#the planning what to cook and make however over the course of a month is difficult cause you gotta think about-

[queseraphita]

Planning meals is so difficult

[writeonwhiskey]

the skz house: ch 14 (18+)

a/n: thank you as always to @bahablastplz for editing. thank you, thank you, thank you for your continued reading & support of this fic!

Summary: Welcome to Sigma Kappa Zeta, the most popular fraternity on campus. When you, down on your luck and looking for a place to live, see their ad for ‘IN-HOUSE STAY’. You're one of the four girls chosen and find that your duties for the rest of the school year will be cooking, cleaning, and pleasing your assigned house members: Hyunjin & Chan.

[ read chapter thirteen here ]

Chapter Fourteen: Of Surprises and Closets

Friday, November 10th

Apparently, the boys’ allowance is $3,000 a month. You and the other girls were fucking floored when Jeongin lost and the total in the pot shot up such a significant amount. You had never contemplated just how wealthy the boys, or their families, might be until then. Yes, the house you’re all living in is huge, but most fraternities and sororities have large homes for their members to live in. Perhaps the four Tesla’s in the driveway should have given an indication…or the way Chan handed over that credit card with no hesitation the day you moved in or anytime someone needed to go grocery shopping.

Their lifestyles are funded by much higher powers, they needn’t worry about the grocery bill. You can’t imagine being given $3,000 a month to use as you see fit. Your parents send you just enough to cover your ‘rent’ and keep your basic needs met—and it’s not even half of what the boys receive. It makes you wonder what type of businesses their fathers run and what’s in store for them after they graduate. It also makes you realize that Hyunjin can suck it. You don’t need to feel bad about making him or Chan lose. No wonder they have made this a tradition with such high stakes. It’s simply because they can.  

Phase One, as you have begun to call it, with Chan is already underway. He’s not exactly an open book after just a few days of casual conversation, however he is at least sharing small inconsequential details about his life with you. Such as the name of his siblings, his favorite color, and that he performed a Bruno Mars song for his 7th grade talent show. Yes, there’s footage, fuck no you can’t see it (his words). But it’s something.

It crosses your mind, though, that he could be entertaining your prying questions and showing an interest in you because he believes it will keep you at bay. You have to remember he’s playing this game too. Maybe his angle is to weaken your resolve by showing some semblance of kindness. To keep you from trying to make him lose, because when he’s being cordial and engaging with you…why would you want to ruin that?

You have no way of knowing if it’s true, of course. That doesn’t stop the thought of it from leaving a bad taste in your mouth. If that is the case, if he’s only letting you in temporarily and plans to shut you out again in December, you honestly don’t know how you will react.

You turn your focus to Hyunjin lying in bed next to you, still fast asleep. He has class this afternoon and while you don’t wish to wake him…there are goals to be achieved.  

You slowly inch closer to him, careful not to make big movements that might wake him. Possibly unnecessary antics because the boy could sleep through an earthquake. You drape one leg across both of his and place your hand on his stomach. You rest your head on his chest, feeling the light thump of his heart against your check.

When you’re sure he’s still asleep, you slide your hand along his bare stomach, rubbing it gently from side to side while consistently moving down lower and lower until you reach his boxers. You keep up the side-to-side motion of your hand, hooking your thumb into the waistband as you do. The rise and fall of his chest remain steady, encouraging you to slip your hand beneath the fabric. You lower your hand further until you feel his warm cock against you.

His heartbeat quickens and you feel him lift his head up and wish you could see the look on his face, but you can’t look at him yet.

“Mmmph,” he grunts, halfheartedly swatting your hand as his head falls back against the pillows.  

You cup his cock, causing him to let out a frustrated, or possibly annoyed, groan. It twitches against your hand as you gently squeeze it, betraying his half-assed objections by responding to your touch.  

“Y/n,” he says sleepily.

You continue to ignore him, choosing instead to lightly run your fingers up and down his growing length.

“This isn’t fair.”

You finally lift your head to look up at him with innocent, blinking eyes, your chin resting on his chest. You grip his cock in your hand and start stroking up and down. You can feel him harden with each movement. He draws in a long, quiet breath. His hips start to rock as you stroke. He’s enjoying it—he doesn’t really want you to stop either.

It may not be fair, but this isn’t breaking the rules. The girls can touch, just not to completion. And you can’t put your mouth on it unless he asks you to—which will result in him losing. This is a very good predicament to have him in.

You sit up, propping yourself on your elbow to position your face closer to his. You remove your hand from his boxers and bring it to your mouth to spit in.

“Y/n,” he says again. His eyes watch your hand as it returns to his cock.  

You lean forward to kiss his neck, licking with your tongue, nipping with your teeth as you make your way up to his jaw.

“Y/n,” he says again, lifting his arm to tightly grip your shoulder.

“Yes?” You finally respond, a smile seeping through your tone. You continue laying kisses on his cheek, still stroking him.

“Stop,” he says firmly.

You lean your head back and pout at him, halting your hand movements without fully releasing him.

“You want me to lose?” He asks.

“You don’t want me to win?” You counter.

“Hm.” He seems to consider it for a moment. “Touchè.”

“Are we stuck in a stalemate, then?” You say, removing your hand from his cock and boxers completely. Before he can even breathe a sigh of relief, though, you sit up and straddle his waist, making sure his cock is pressed right against your center. You roll your hips against him for good measure as you speak, “You don’t miss fucking me?”

He groans, hands flying to your waist to keep you in place.

“Don’t say that.”

“Say what? That you don’t miss fucking me?” You say with a smirk, sliding your hands up his chest. “You must not. And I thought we had something special.”

He grabs a pillow and holds it over his face.

“Is it easier to lose if you don’t watch?” You ask.  

Him grabbing the pillow has released your waist and you’re free to grind against him again. You trace patterns on his chest lightly with your nails, wanting to overstimulate him with sensations.

“November is my least favorite month of the year.” He announces, voice muffled by the pillow.

“Maybe I can help make it your favorite?” You grab the pillow covering his face, pulling on it until he releases it.  He’s staring up at you with pleading brown eyes.

You toss the pillow aside and then reach for the straps of the tank top you’re wearing. You slowly pull them both down, exposing your breasts little by little.

“No, no, no,” Hyunjin whines.

You take his hand in yours, bringing it up towards your breast. He resists.

The boys are not supposed to touch like this.

“We could just get it over with and then we don’t have to worry about the rest of the month,” you try to sway him, tugging on his wrist again. “Don’t you miss how soft they feel in your hands?

He sucks his bottom lip into his mouth, biting down on it. He squeezes his eyes shut, trying to pull his hands back with not even half the strength you know he can muster.

“I can’t lose this soon. Don’t do that to me, y/n.”

Still holding on to his wrist, you lower his hand down to your pajama shorts.

“Are you sure?”

“Of course I’m not sure.” He replies, snapping his eyes open.

You roll your eyes and release his wrist. He doesn’t move his hand from where it’s resting against your shorts, though.  

“What if we don’t tell anyone?” You ask, putting your hands behind you on the bed, leaning back and spreading your legs further apart. You roll your entire body against him.  

“You promise?” He asks.

Oh, how you wish he hadn’t said that. Even if this is just a stupid game, you don’t want to break a promise you make to Hyunjin. Not when he’s been so good to you. You hesitate in responding for a moment too long.

“I’m gonna take a cold shower.” He moves his hands to your hips and guides you off him. He rolls out of bed and stretches as he stands. “I’ll add $100 to the pot after.”

He tosses a wink at you, and you smile.

It was worth a shot.

You check the time and realize you have to meet with the girls this afternoon, anyways. Rhiannon’s birthday is coming up and the four of you have been plotting a certain member’s downfall for the last couple days surrounding the event.   

Monday, November 13th

It’s nearly halfway through the month. There’s a total of $6,800 in the pot. Jeongin was the first to add his full allowance, followed by Felix. Han, Hyunjin, and Lee Know are also on the board now.  Only Seungmin and Chan have fully resisted up to this point.

It’s Rhiannon’s birthday today. She’s due back to the house with Seungmin any minute. You and the other girls convinced him to spend the afternoon with her and keep her away from the house for a ‘surprise’ party, but she’s fully aware of what’s happening. She has a plan of her own while they’re out of the house.

Everyone else, except you and Chan, are waiting in the basement for her to arrive.

“Anything else that needs to be taken down?” Chan asks from behind you in the kitchen.

“Just grab the bags of chips and pretzels,” you tell him, holding her cake carefully with both hands.

He grabs the bags from the counter then follows behind you towards the basement. You both stop in your tracks when the garage door opens and the sound of a bickering Seungmin and Rhiannon travels down the hallway.

“I don’t think it counts,” Seungmin is saying.

You turn your head to peak over your shoulder at Chan, unsure of what to do next. You start to take another step towards the basement, thinking if you move fast enough you can head back down before they spot you. But Chan hooks a finger in the loop of your jeans with one hand and uses the other to open the jacket closet door to your left. He nudges you inside, then steps in right behind you and tries to close the door as softly as possible.

You’re immediately enveloped in darkness when the door fully shuts.

“That’s cheating, Seungmin. You’re being weird about it. Are you ashamed?” Rhiannon says haughtily.

You and Chan are frozen still, the cake the only thing keeping you apart as they come down the hallway, voices growing louder.

“No, but—”

“But nothing. You refused to bring me home for whatever reason, said you wanted to fuck me in the car—and you did—and now you don’t want to come clean to everyone?”

You look down to hide your smile. It worked. Like she said, Seungmin had to think it was his idea.

Your eyes focus on the cake, and you see it’s in danger of being squished between the two of you.

“The cake,” you say softly.

Chan moves to help you with it, but the crinkling of the chip bags in his hands stops him. He abruptly stops all movement, and you giggle quietly.

“Shhh,” he shushes you, but being this close you can feel the laughter rumbling within him. He slowly squats and places the bags on the floor, careful not to make a sound. When he stands his hands cover yours beneath the cake causing an instant wave of heat to course through your body.

It’s been almost two weeks since he’s even remotely touched you. And you could be crazy, but it feels like he caresses the back of your hand. Twice.

His phone buzzes in his pocket. One hand leaves yours to retrieve it. He reads over the notification.

“Felix is telling Seungmin to stall her for ten minutes while they fix her…balloon arch…thing,” Chan whispers.

“Tel them we’re trapped in the closet,” you reply.

“Sure thing, R. Kelly,” he mumbles with a low chuckle before typing back a reply.

He takes the cake from you and reaches over your head to place it on the shelf above you.

Someone walks by the closet and you both still.

“Rhi,” you hear the familiar voice of Changbin call out.

“I’ll be in the basement,” Seungmin says, sounding extremely annoyed, as he passes the door you’re hiding behind.

You don’t know what kind of diversion this is; it was not planned by the four for you.

“Can you make me a sandwich?” Changbin asks, his voice moving towards the kitchen.

You silently slap your forehead. Of course Changbin would ask that. Have her catering to him on her birthday.

Chan’s phone buzzes again and he checks it.

“We’ll have to wait a few minutes before we can leave,” he says.

Being in this closet with him was not part of today’s plan either…but it’s an opportunity, nonetheless.

You become painfully aware of how close you are in this confined space and of how long it’s been since he’s really touched you. As much as he has opened up to you, it seems everything physical between you has gotten further away.

You take a step closer to him, occupying the small space the cake was just in. Your nose is practically rubbing the space between his collar bones. He doesn’t move back. Not that there’s much room for him to. The scent of him fills your senses each time you inhale. It’s all you can focus on right now. How much you miss him. How much you want him.

You tilt your head up towards his, slowly pressing up on your tiptoes.

He doesn’t stop you.

Your puckered lips connect with his jaw, sliding along his jawline, moving towards his lips until you feel him stiffen.

“Chan,” you say quietly, your mouth still pressed against his skin. You don’t want to come on too strong and settle for a humorous approach. “Have you ever played Seven Minutes in Heaven?”

“Y/n,” his tone sounds like a warning.

“What? Kissing is allowed,” you reply innocently.

You’re fully taking advantage of the situation. He can’t leave this closet without ruining the ‘surprise’. He can’t object loudly. You can’t see the look on his face, but you bet he’s staring daggers at you. Maybe you’ll pay for this, but regret is for tomorrow.

You don’t wait for him to reply before placing your lips on his. As you do, you’re not even sure this has anything to do with the competition. All you know is that you have missed the feeling of being pressed against him, his soft lips on yours.

He holds still for a moment, but you don’t back down. You can’t. You have to take this step towards initiating contact if any of your other plans are going to work. You slip your tongue out to slide it across his bottom lip, seeking entrance.

“Please,” you whisper.

The moment his hands are on your hips feels like the ultimate win.  Sure, you’ll be disappointed if you don’t get him to fully cave before the month is over…but you’ll always have this moment.

You place your hands on his chest, pushing slightly until his back is against the wall. He pulls you against him as he parts his lips, allowing your tongue to enter his mouth. His hands slide from your hips to your lower back, down your ass, cupping it to press you further into him. You wish you both weren’t wearing jeans. You want to feel his cock grow against your skin.

Your kisses feel needy, as they always do, yet sweet at the same time. That’s new. It feels like he misses you, too, and that makes you want to squeal and cry. He has been so determined to steer clear of touching you in any capacity that you assumed this challenge was no big deal for him. Maybe you’re wrong.

When Chan pushes himself away from the wall, you’re afraid he’s going to tell you to cut the shit and stay off him. Instead, he picks you up and takes two small steps towards the opposite wall so your back rests against it. He hooks one arm around your waist and the other finds its place at your throat.

You moan as he sucks your bottom lip into his mouth, arching your back to push yourself against him even more. You want to fully grind on him, to make his cock hard and have him fuck you right here in this closet. But that’s too risky for everything at stake. You still need him to think you have no interest in making him lose.

Right now, though, all you get are his lips quietly pressing against yours. And you’ll take it. You both kiss and nip and tease, all the while slowly rocking your hips into him, his hand remaining in its rightful place around your neck.

When his hand on your waist begins to roam, slipping beneath your shirt to caress your back, you begrudgingly pull your lips away from his. With his hand still on your neck, he uses his thumb to turn your head to the side and laces your neck with kisses.

“Chan,” you say softly, hating yourself for the words you’re about to say.

“Hmmm?” He hums, giving your neck a gentle squeeze of acknowledgement.

“I really don’t want to, but we should stop.”

“Kissing is allowed,” he repeats your earlier declaration.

“Yes, but…I don’t just want to kiss you,” you admit, pushing against his chest.

He lets out a sigh and places one last kiss on your neck before resting his head on your shoulder.

“Same.”

You blink. Swallow. Blink again.

He wants to do more than kiss you, too. He does miss your physical interactions. He puts up a good front, but this must be harder for him than he’s letting on. And you’re okay with that. You’ve gotten some kind of admission. You’ll lock it in a box and bury it deep. He will never get it back.

He lowers you back to the ground so you’re standing.

“19 days,” he whispers near your ear. “Until I can make you mine again.”

You clench your jaw and push back on his chest once more, creating some space between you in hopes that it will ease the throbbing between your legs. You want to tell him not to say things like, that it drives you wild. But you don’t. You like hearing him profess how much he wants you.

His phone buzzes again and you’re thankful for the interruption.

“The coast is clear,” he tells you, grabbing the cake from the shelf above you and handing it to you.

You hadn’t even heard Changbin and Rhiannon walk by the door again. Or maybe they went upstairs. Fuck…what was the plan again?

Rhiannon’s ‘surprise’ party is a success. She excitedly crosses out Seungmin’s name on the board as everyone (except Seungmin, of course) cheers at his demise. The four of you girls share a look, celebrating your successful plotting. Drinks are made, food is eaten, games are played, and by 11:30pm you’re ready to head to bed.  

You shower and change into your pajamas, and by the time you make it back to Chan’s room, he’s there, taking a shower himself. You tuck yourself into your blankets to wait for him, hoping to get in a late-night chat but you’ve been up since 7:00am so you start to doze off.

You don’t know how long passes, but you jerk awake when you feel your blankets being pulled off of you.

Chan is standing directly above you clad in nothing but his boxers, one knee on the bed.

“You okay?” You ask, furrowing your brow. Your heart feels like it’s going to beat its way out of your chest at the unexpected sight of him here like this.

His eyes meet yours and you feel like the wind has been knocked out of you. His gaze is soft…tender, almost. He says nothing as he hooks one hand under your shoulders and the other beneath your legs. With little effort he lifts you up and holds you to him as he carries you to his bed.

To. His. Bed.

You turn your head towards his chest and squeeze your eyes shut. Are you dreaming?

When he sets you down, you still have your eyes closed. You have to keep them this way. If you open them, you might wake up.

His footsteps retreat and you hear him flick the light switch off. He then comes back to the bed, slides in right next to you and pulls the comforter up over you both.

He doesn’t cuddle you; he doesn’t touch you. He doesn’t even say anything.

You’re not fazed by his silence or the small distance between you. This one simple action has said more than ever.

[ read chapter fifteen here ]

a/n: *hides*

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[verilly]

On my knees for some post-Mithrun fluff rn.

POST MITHRUN FLUFF? I gotchu 😎 it’s going to be bullet points b t dubs, just so I can catch the right mind set… THANKSYU 4 THE REQUEST ILY <3

Mithrun x Reader

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Right. So after canon he heads back to Melini (with you, of course) to scout out monsters and demons with his side hustle of making noodles! So as a noble yourself, you follow him to help achieve his dreams!

However, Mithrun is still ticked off at the part where reviving isn’t a plausible option after death, so he’s extremely careful with you. So much so that after a month or so with you trailing with him on his search for monsters, he tosses you in the noodle shop (with the land he had claimed with his noble blood).

At this point, he’s been so surrounded in his want for monster/demon blood that he hasn’t exactly made any progress with the noodle making… and well, neither have you. So there you sat, alone in a big restaurant, with no customers at all, no one to keep you company or to keep you entertained!

So that’s when you decide to try to cook noodles on your own!

You grabbed as many how to guide’s you could from books all over your country, which included recipes from the western territories all the way to the eastern islands! You even scrounged up some old tattered papers from the ex-canaries, Senshi, and the trash.

Collecting herbs, grains, and whatever monster-like ingredients Laios sent to you through the mail.

You decided to keep most of your habits a secret from Mithrun, or at least as you can from him because you wanted to be the one to teach him when the day comes he wanted to pursue his other desire. You always schedule your time practicing for when he's away, and Mithrun being the man that he is always has a set pattern on doing things. Meaning he always came back home almost at the exact same time everyday.

The only other times he'd come home at a later time is when he gets lost, for he has the time of his life navigating the city streets. (This is rare because he likes using his teleportation magic a lot more than actually walking.)

So on this very special day, once you've decided your skills are up to the test, you served him home made noodles. Not only were they home made, so was the sauce/broth. You were quite proud of making such a delicious meal, now it was time to share your talent with your lover.

"Mithrun, wake up, I have a very special breakfast to share with you!" You say, pushing him back and forth from his sleeping state. You'd waken up hours earlier to prepare for this momentous occasion.

No response.

Maybe you should have planned the scheduling better? This was earlier than usual for the ex-captain to wake up... No! You were his partner, he should wake up for you!

"Mithrun wake up!!!" You groan loudly, stopping all your movements before shoving your face into his blanketed stomach, "Please please please please!"

With no words to utter, Mithrun begrudgingly arose from the bed, sitting right up to face you. You beamed with excitement as he looked to face you.

"Why don't you join me down at the resturaunt floor? I have set up something quite amazing down there." You put a finger to your chin and smile, "Plus I think you'll like it a lot!!"

Down the steps the two of you went, where in arrival was the bowl of noodles you had prepared only minutes before. They were served with scallions, mushrooms, a pantry load of seasonings, and whatever meat you had bought fresh from the market a day before.

"What is this?"

"It's noodles! That I made.. for you... 'cause you said you wanted to make them yourself and.... I can see where I messed up a little, but I did it so that I can help you in the future! When you wish to fufill your desire of noodle making!!!" You sheepishly say, a much smaller smile creeping up on your lips.

"I never said you messed up." He said smoothly, teleporting away from you and into the seat in front of the food. You follow closely behind him, sitting at the seat next to him.

"Go on, take a bite! It'll be all for nothing if we run out of time and you need to go out monster hunting." You tilt your head to the right, clasping your hands together.

He looks down at the meal in front of him, and his good eye flickers up and down between you and the noodles. After a few seconds past he picked up the nice utensils you placed next to the bowl and took his first bite.

"So how does it taste? Do you like it??!"

"I don't feel anything in particular for it." He murmurs calmly.

"Ah." Your world view shatters for a moment, before sucking in your pride, "So what makes you feel that way? I thought it was really good, but our tastes are quite different from each other..."

"It's a little too flavorful for me, but I'm... grateful that you spent so much time perfecting this for me. How long was it? A few months?"

"What!!? How did you know that I was..."

"You can't hide things from me, [name]. You'll never be able to succeed."

You stare at him for a second before collapsing on the table before you, "Arghh! I totally thought everything was going to go great, but as it turns out... Mithrun is just too good for me." You pull the bowl towards you, taking the utensils from Mithrun's hand, "And if you don't like it then you don't need to eat it."

"It's not my taste, but I don't mind. Please, I'd rather not leave any left overs, especially if it's a meal from you." His face seemed to soften as he said those few words, and your face reddened in response, letting out an "oh" as you correct your posture.

"Well then if you have time off anytime soon, you could stay here and I could teach you how to make your own noodles that suit your own taste. Then we could actually open the resturaunt to the people." You say sweetly, looking down at the food, watching it dissapear by each passing minute, "I'm sure every being here in Melini would love to eat food made by the hands of a noble. Maybe even the Canaries can home, I'm sure they'd enjoy a meal made by their captain."

"Mm... I'll stay here for today. My desire's growing after eating this d- uhm. Delicious meal you made for me." He states simply, putting the empty bowl and utensils to the side.

"Alright then." You get up from the seat next to him and take his hand, "I'll teach you everything I know." Another smile perks up on your lips as you pull him to the kitchen.

Mithrun in a kitchen. Who could've guessed?!

He's not very skilled at cutting, buthis use of magic fills in the void quite perfectly.

You help him a lot, which includes taking his hands in yours when he begrudgingly uses the knife.

He likes your touches but not the “weapon” in his hands.

You also teach him to pound the noodles, which you usually put lots of energy into, but for him not so much. You have to fill in for him most of the time.

There will come a day where Mithrun won’t go out on expeditions and instead stays with you in the restaurant, for a long time.

And to him, he wouldn’t want to spend his last few (hundreds of) years any differently.

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I tried to make it flufffy I don’t know if this is fluff

I hope you liked it :3 pls keep sending me stuff it’ll take like a day - ish for me to fill it out but I def will!!!!!!!

My masterlist is on profile :3

Lots of love, Yours truly.

[writingoddess1125]

hiii, could you do a Sanji x reader in which the reader has an eating disorder and Sanji's food is the only one that the reader eats and when Sanji discovers this he tries to take more care of the reader's diet?

(I love your writing, it's so good)

So this does hit very close to home for me and it both made me feel good and cry while writing this.

I did twist this a bit as well, but I hope it's still okay!

I also made this GN since this can happen to Anyone.

Warmth

⚠️Warning: ⚠️ Mention of ED, issues with food and body issues.

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"It's called Shio Ramen, it's a lighter form of ramen made with a much gentler broth. It's not as heavy as normal ramen and doesn't have as much oil" He said calmly, watching your eyes look over it.

You should have realized he had been watching you- from the very beginning you should have known that the Nosey Chef would catch onto you sooner rather then later.

You had always loved food, but you felt like it just.. didn't love you in return. Especially when it was used as a weapon by your loved ones.

From people pushing that 'You're just picky' or 'Just wanting to look a certain way' since you were young at your... aversions. It all starting with your family and the lack of control you felt over your life... it had been a way to control something- even if it was as small as food and how you wanted to look physically.

You had been on the brink of self destruction when the Strawhats arrived on your island home, of course their swirling of chaos following them-

Needing a Barber for their crew, so you jumped at the opportunity to join them; running away from the shackles of your home and the onces youd once called your family to new adventure and freedom.

However some shackles still remained..

It had some weeks, close to a month on board the Strawhat Ship before you even ate Sanji's food, passing your plate to Liffy who would eat it up or not showing up to meals at all-.

If you did he'd often making you bowls which you would take single spoonfuls of before not taking more- eating only when you were sure no one was around and what you had been used to, if you decided at all.

But as time passed, you did gradually eat more of his cooking- trusting him more as you wouldn't skin meal times or take single bites anymore, while it tasted good- you always felt that anxiety rise up eventually..

You should have known he would have seen this all.. noticed your actions and ways. Planning his next move-

Which took place on a sleepy late afternoon.

Sitting in your quarters you were trying to read a book Nami had let you borrow, but your mind just kept drifting off in a daze as you watched the sea pass you by- as well as the memories of the past invading and poking your mind.

A soft knock snapping you from your whirlpool of thoughts as you look up to see Sanji, calmly staring at you. His coat off and only in a button-down, his nice pants and freshly polished shoes a unlit cigarette placed perfectly on his lip as he smiled softly at you.

"Hey (Y/N)- follow me for a sec?" He asked, you of course nodding as you rose and followed behind your peer down the corner- being lead right to the kitchens.

Anxiety hitting your chest then as he motioned for you to seat on one of the island benches in the kitchen.

Sitting down you nervously look at the chef as he calmly walked around to the stoves on the otherside of the island countertop.

You assuming he was going to scold you for not eating or put you on blast...

"How do you like it on the ship so far?" He asked innocently as he began to grab a pot. There ge had you watch him as he cooked- You watched the ingredients he picked, how he washed his hands with every step asking what things were to your taste which he cleverly hid in casualy conversation...

It was actually fun to watch, the care and time he put into cooking and talking to you- Truthfully it had actually started to look delicious and smell good as well as you watched him pour a light broth over Fluffy noodles you'd watch him make by hand.

Not a word had to be said after that, Instead he sat next to you calmly with his own bowl and began to silently eat. Tears welling in your eyes as you grabbed the spoon and took a sip of the hot broth- Warmth filling your stomach and chest- finally that cold anxiety started to ease away as the soft flavors of the warm Shio Ramen filled your senses.. like a blanket beging placed over your shoulders... it was just what you needed... what you'd always needed.

"You want to try some?" He asked, getting a hesitant nod from you. He smiled softly, setting the already prepared bowl infront of you before making his own.

Sanji glanced at you and held out his handkerchief to you, At first confused before realizing salty tears were rolling down your cheeks. Accepting the gift you cleaned up your face and set back into eating, smiling softly to yourself as you did so.

It finally felt like... someone cared- And what more could you ask for?

Maybe a second helping?..

[snail-migraine]

You know I was reading your platonic yandere Malleus story and I thought what if the punishment made the Reader realize how actually suffocating it is to be around Malleus and servants constantly? It's kind of inverse of Malleus, who was always didn't like being alone whereas his child realize how liberating it is to be free from royalty and royal expectations. The child, of course, struggled with cooking and cleaning at first, but slowly got the hang of it and realized this is the most fun and freeing they ever had.

Reader when Malleus tells them that their punishment is over and they can interact with him, the servants and act like a royal now:

Y'know, I like this idea. It gives the story a bit more ~angst~ and I think the yandere tab here on tumblr could use even more of that. Thank you for the asks!

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Anon-Yan 💌‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚.

Platonic Yandere Malleus

Part 2

Your punishment itself lasted months, almost years, but Malleus could only bear to keep you in that rickety old tower for so long.

Until he decided to take you out make you "prove" to him that you changed.

You didn't really have to prove to him much, all had to do was give a half-hearted "Sorry" and he would've forgiven you.

Though it wasn't like you didn't change during your time up in the tower. You'd like to think you actually changed quite a bit.

Given that you're not some Manipulative little shit anymore, the servants would also agree.

Due to your time in the Tower you grew to be very self-dependent. You learned how to cook, clean, solve your problems all by yourself. Without the help of your "Loving Father".

You also got alot quieter, having spent the previous months in isolation. You basically unlearned any and all social skills that you had previously built.

While Malleus expected you to change, that being the whole point of him doing this, he didn't expect such a big change in personality.

He thought you were going to remain his precious little baby, who cried and hugged their father. Begging him for forgiveness.

His little baby that thrived off of his attention. Going so far as to become a little troublemaker for it.

Instead you're....this

Don't get him wrong, he still loves you. But where is his precious baby? Now instead of following him around like a lost puppy constantly you stay in your room for hours on end, barely making it out to have supper with him and the rest of the family before slipping away and back into your room again.

What are you even doing in there for so long? He doesn't get it.

He also learns that you've shooed off any and all servants that come to attend to you. While it is good progress for you being a good royal and not needing servants, Malleus doesn't know if he can handle you growing up so fast.

Or at all for that matter.

"Dear, I'm worried about you. You've been hauling yourself up in this dark and dreary room of yours for the past month! And not once have you come out to spend some bonding time with me and the rest of the family. Was I too harsh punishing you? If I was please tell me! If you're upset or angry at me for what I did please just say something, anything!"

Malleus gets desperate when he realizes that you aren't a baby anymore. You don't need him to survive anymore. The fact alone makes him want to cry.

But then again wasn't that how this all started? With you acting like a bratty two year old and needing to be taught how to be both an adult and a royal.

So why then..why are these feelings so conflicting?

Yes, he got what he wanted. You're acting like an actual royal now.

However you barely even speak to him. Your own father!

He can't wrap his head around his own emotions, it isn't until you come up to him and announce your plan of leaving the castle to go venture the world all on your own does he finally snap.

He doesn't even listen to your reasoning he just grabs you by your wrist yet again and take you to your 'new bedroom.'

A room right next his, only accessible to him.

This is the only way he can keep you in line.

This is the only way he can make sure the Draconia name is upheld.

This is the only way he can keep you at his side.

Forever.

"I'm sorry it had to come to this, my child, but one day you'll understand. You'll finally see things the way I do. But until then I'll just have to keep you here and give you all the love I could ever give."

"Sweet dreams, little one."

[come-away-with-me87]

Rival's Embrace

This one-shot is based on the lovely prompt request I received from an anonymous user: "Can you do something cute but kind of angsty, where Aizawa sees y/n talking to another man & possibly crying in the arms of another man, Aizawa misunderstands the situation and gets upset, but in reality that guy is just y/n’s cousin visiting from out of town who he has never met before. (to make things interesting what if y/ns cousin has the quirk to make people cry? so think miss joke but with crying instead of laughing and he uses it to help people open up since he’s a therapist.) Y/n wanted to introduce them but Aizawa gets angry before y/n has a chance to explain?"

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Pairings: Shouta Aizawa (Eraserhead) x Fem!Reader

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The moment you laid eyes on Shouta Aizawa, you knew he was going to be in your life in one way or another. It sounded corny, but it was the truth. Of all places, you met him in the grocery store when you were backing away from a shelf and accidentally bumped into him, knocking the items he had out of his hands. You had turned around to start profusely apologizing, but as soon as you looked into his eyes, you felt your whole body go hot. You had managed to mumble out an apology, but you were awe-struck by the man in front of you. Evidently, he had felt the same way because you two exchanged numbers right there in the store, and after a series of cute and flirty texts, you went on your first date three days later. At one point during your date, you decided to disclose to him that you didn't have a Quirk, thinking that would be a dealbreaker for Eraserhead. "It doesn't matter whether you have a Quirk or not, you seem like a kind person, and that's what matters the most."

That was three months ago, and you two had been inseparable since then. You were already falling deeply in love with Shouta, and you knew you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him. The only thing was, you were too scared to tell him. You were in love once before. Two years ago, you were dating a man named Yuki. You were together for about six months, and you had fallen in love with him. As it turned out, he didn't end up feeling the same way; he was planning to break up with you as he had fallen in love with someone else. To say you were heartbroken was an understatement. While you had mostly healed from the situation, you were scared to tell another man you loved him out of fear of him not feeling the same way. So you made the decision to not say anything to Shouta.

"Are you okay, Y/N?" Shouta asked, breaking you out of your trance. You two were at your house. You had cooked him dinner, and now you were snuggled up on the couch watching a movie. "Oh! Sorry, got a little lost in my thoughts there," you replied. "Anything you want to talk about?" He was so sweet, however, you didn't have the gumption to tell him the truth. "No no, everything is okay," you smiled over to him and gave him a quick kiss. Your answer seemed to satisfy him as he didn't inquire any further. You continued to watch the movie until it was finished, and before you said your goodbyes for the evening, Shouta cupped your face into his hands, looking into your eyes, and kissed you deeply. He was definitely paying attention to you. You bid each other goodnight, and he was off into the night.

Throughout the course of your courtship, you had met little Eri, who you developed a close relationship with as well. You had also met his friends Hizashi Yamada and Toshinori Yagi, who you squealed at when you first met. You were meeting the infamous All Might! You may have been Quirkless, but you admired everything that All Might did for the people, even if he was now retired. On your side, Shouta had met your sister, Naomi, and your best friend, Aya. You had yet to meet each other's parents, but you knew that would come with time if things kept progressing the way they were.

****** One day over the weekend, you were cleaning your house when you heard a knock on your door. You weren't expecting company that day, so you were curious as to who it could be. When you looked out your peephole on the door, you genuinely smiled and opened the door, "Ren!" Ren was your cousin on your dad's side who was born just a month before you. He was married to a lovely woman named Akiko, and they had two beautiful children together. Ren was also a therapist, which came in handy with his Quirk; he was born with the Quirk to make people cry. He really could have taken his Quirk and become a complete menace to society, but he was raised right and used his Quirk to help people in therapy.

"Ren! What in the world are you doing here? I haven't seen you in ages!" you exclaimed while giving him a big hug. "Hey Y/N, I'm sorry to drop by unannounced! I'm in town for the day for a conference that starts in about two hours, so I figured I would drop by beforehand to visit my favorite cousin!" You couldn't help but smile at him in return, "it's so nice to see you, it's been much too long. We need to get the fam together for a reunion." You stepped aside to let him in. "Agreed, it has been too long. My life is crazy between work and the two little ones. I thank the universe every day for Akiko; I couldn't do it without her." You nodded your head, "she's an amazing woman, indeed. We all loved her the moment we met her." You continued, "hey, it's a beautiful day outside. How about I go get changed, and we go for a walk in the park around the corner? We can catch up!" Ren replied, "that sounds great!"

You went to your bedroom and got changed into a yellow sundress and white sneakers, and you two began your descent over to the park. On the short walk over, Ren caught you up to speed on the family. Everyone was doing very well, just busy living their lives. He brought up your reunion idea, saying that would be something he would implement and make happen within the next six months. "That would be great, Ren. I really do miss everyone." You two walked around the park and caught up some more, until you eventually found an empty bench to sit on. "So I'm going to tell you this, but don't tell the rest of the family yet, not even my parents; only Naomi knows. But I've been seeing someone for a few months, his name is Shouta." Ren whipped his head over to look at you, "that's great, Y/N! Out of curiosity, though, why don't you want anyone else to know?"

"I'm scared," you simply replied. Ren cocked his head to the side and looked at you inquisitively. "What are you scared of, Y/N?" he asked you in a serious tone of voice. Great, he was going into therapist mode on you. You took a deep breath, "I'm scared because I'm falling in love with Shouta. You remember Yuki, right? I was in love with him, too. Introduced him to the family and the whole shebang. Well, other than Naomi, I never told the rest of the family that he broke up with me because he fell in love with someone else. As far as they know, they think we just grew apart." You continued, "I'm scared to tell Shouta I'm falling in love with him. What if he doesn't feel the same way about me?" At this point, Ren put his arm around your shoulders, "oh, Y/N..." You rested your head on his shoulder and felt yourself beginning to tear up.

"You better not be using your Quirk on me right now," you said in between sniffles. "That's the ironic thing, Y/N, I'm not using it." You pulled your head up and looked at him, "you're not?" "Not at all," he replied with a small smile. "Huh," was all you could muster out before resting your head on his shoulder again, tears continued to stream out of your eyes. Ren tightened his grip on your shoulders, taking his other hand to pat you on the head. Out of nowhere, you felt like a small gush of wind rushed past you. Curious as to what that was, you pulled your head off of Ren's shoulder and looked behind you. It was Shouta, and he was walking fast. "Shouta...?" you whispered, wondering why he didn't stop to say hello. Then it hit you like a ton of bricks. Oh god. "SHOUTA, WAIT!" you yelled as you shot off the bench to try and go after him. It was too late, though, he was walking so fast that you'd never catch up to him.

You sat back down on the bench and crouched over, putting your head in your hands. Ren put his hand on your back, "Y/N, what was that about?" You looked back up at Ren and sighed, "that was Shouta that I was just telling you about." Ren looked confused, "why didn't he stop and say hi? I would have loved the opportunity to meet him." Ren was an intelligent man, but could be so, so dense at times. "Ren, imagine being in Shouta's shoes right now. Witnessing the girl you've been seeing, crying in another man's embrace." Ren took a moment, and you could tell that the realization finally hit him. "Oh. OH. He has no idea we're family. He probably thinks he just caught you cheating on him." You looked over at Ren, tears streaming down your face, "exactly."

Ren stood up from the bench first, "Y/N, please go straighten that out with him. I know if I saw Akiko out in another man's arms, I would assume the worst." You stood up, too. "I'm going to call him right now. I'm so sorry to cut this short." Ren just shook his head from side to side, "don't worry about that, I have to get going to my conference anyway." You two hugged once more, and he promised to keep you up to speed on the family reunion. After he walked away, you pulled your phone out of your clutch and dialed Shouta. No answer. You hung up and dialed him again. Still no answer. You tried one more time. Right to voicemail. Great, he either turned his phone off or is blocking your calls. You groaned out loud, and started to walk back to your house. On your walk home, you sent Shouta a text: "Shouta, please call me. I promise that wasn't what it looked like, I can explain everything."

You got home, and awaited Shouta's call or text. You sat down in your living room and tried to put something mindless on the television, but you couldn't focus on what was on. You felt sick to your stomach over what Shouta must be thinking of you right now. You got up from the couch, and started to pace back and forth in your kitchen. What should you do? You didn't want to lose Shouta over something that was truly innocent. He had only been in your life for a few months, but now that he was in it, you couldn't picture a life without him. The realization suddenly hit you like a ton of bricks. You calmly walked back to your living room and sat back down: you weren't falling in love with Shouta, you were in love with him. You needed to take action on this before it was too late and you lost him forever.

You grabbed your keys and clutch, and ran out to your car. The Heights Alliance campus wasn't very far from where you lived, but you still broke every driving law on the way over there. You needed to see Shouta. You arrived at the campus in record time, slammed your car door shut, and ran to the buzz-in system that permitted you access to the campus. You were about to press the button for Shouta's dorm when you stopped short; he wasn't going to open the door for you. He wouldn't even take your calls or respond to your text. Besides, you didn't know whether or not he was home. Instead, you pressed the button for Hizashi's dorm, hoping he was home and that he would let you into the dorms. Luck seemed to be on your side for the first time that day as Hizashi answered the call. You briefly explained the situation to him, and he buzzed you in.

You ran into the building, up the stairs and down the hall until you finally reached the door to Shouta's dorm. You didn't care how maniacal you looked, you started pounding on the door, hoping to the heavens he was home. Luck seemed to be on your side for a second time that day as you heard footsteps coming to the door. The door finally opened, and there stood Shouta, frowning. His eyes were also more bloodshot than usual, and slightly swollen. Had he been crying? The thought of him crying tore your heart into shreds. "Shouta, may I please come in? I promise I can explain everything." Shouta didn't say a word to you, he just stepped aside to let you in. You put your head down and walked past him until you reached the living area. He closed the door shut, and followed you. You turned around and faced him, "Shouta, that wasn't what it looked like."

"Oh?" he replied, "because to me it looked like you were crying in another man's arms. Y/N, if you wanted to see other people, you should have said something from the beginning." You looked down at the floor and started crying again, "Shouta, please. I don't want anyone else. The man you saw me with was my cousin, Ren." Shouta froze at your words, "your...cousin?" You went on to explain everything to him, from Ren's unexpected visit, and without going into detail, to your conversation in the park. Shouta sat down on the couch, and motioned for you to sit down next to him. "But why were you crying in his arms?" he asked. You looked over at Shouta with tear-filled eyes, and simply stated, "because I love you." Shouta then looked at you with wide eyes, "Y/N..."

You had never told him about what happened with Yuki. He knew that you had been in a relationship about two years ago, but you never went into detail about why your relationship ended. You had told him the same thing you had told your family, that you two had grown apart. "I was in love once before, and when I went to tell him, he left me. He was in love with someone else." Shouta put his hand over yours on the couch; his touch felt warm and welcoming. "How come you never told me any of this?" You looked over to him once again, "I was afraid of the same thing happening again." Shouta suddenly pulled you towards him into an embrace, and rubbed his hand up and down your back, "Y/N, I am so sorry for jumping to conclusions. All I could see was red when I saw him holding you. I'm not proud of it, but jealousy and anger was all I felt in that moment, thinking of another man touching you."

He briefly pulled away from the embrace, put his finger under your chin and lifted your head so you were face-to-face with him. "Sweet girl, I also love you." You looked into his eyes, and could see the emotion behind his eyes. He meant what he said. "You do?" was all you could muster out, tears streaming down your face. He pulled you back his embrace, and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. "Shouta, I'm in love with you. I don't want anyone else. You're the only one I want. I've been wanting to tell you for a while now, but I was too scared." Shouta looked at you and sweetly replied, "you never have to be scared of telling me how you feel. Even if it takes the rest of our lives, I will show you how much I love you." With that, he pulled your face towards his and kissed you deeply. You were still crying, but now, they were tears of happiness. The man you loved, loved you back, and your heart was full. ****** A few months later, you got an invitation in the mail to your family reunion. Shouta happened to be over at your house at the time, and you smiled when you opened the invitation. "Looks like Ren actually made it happen," you thought out loud. "Made what happen, sweet girl?" Shouta replied. You went on to explain how when Ren had visited you all those months ago, he would make sure a family reunion would happen. "And look at this," you pointed at the invitation, "it says I could bring a plus-one. What do you say? I think it's about time you met the rest of my family." Shouta smiled over at you, "I would love nothing more."

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[sxfterhearts]

with and without you: a supportive bf!keeho headcannon

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ non-idol!keeho x non-idol!reader ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

♡ genre/warnings: fluff!! reader finds it challenging to navigate a certain social situation (aka: university classmates' reunion), especially without her supportive and understanding boyfriend, keeho. but tldr, she manages just fine on her own :)

♡ word count: 1,836 words

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after three long, boring hours, your seminar finally came to an end. as you walked out the door, you felt the fatigue set deep into your bones. that, plus the fact that you stayed up last night to finish an assignment, meant you wanted nothing more than to just go home and sleep.

but you knew you couldnt – you and keeho already agreed months in advance to attend your friend’s pre-wedding dinner tonight. and shoot - you checked your phone and realised you were running late

just then, keeho’s notifications popped up. he told you that he was still held up at work (something about waiting for approval from his boss), and will be around half an hour late. the plan was initially to meet up first and head over together, but it seemed like he had to meet you there instead.

you felt yourself shrivel up at the thought of arriving and having to face all those people alone, without keeho – your boyfriend; your rock. but you bit your lip and sucked it up because work was work, and he had no choice

keeho could sense you were apprehensive, but reassured you that he would try to get there as soon as he could, and as always, that he loved you.

you and keeho had been dating for around four years now. you first met at your classes in uni, and went from being friends, to study buddies, to best friends, and naturally, to lovers. the two of you were three years out of school, and stuck together through thick and thin – first jobs, first moves, first promotions, and everything in between.

earlier in the year, you decided to go back to grad school. that meant moving from your hometown to the big smoke - new york. and of course, keeho came with you, easily finding a corporate job in the financial centre of the world

it was hard adjusting though, if you were being truly honest. the big city was filled with people, yet you often felt yourself feeling more alone than ever before.

luckily, you had keeho right by your side. he was there for you when you struggled through early classes and late nights; he was there to cook and make sure you ate your meals on time during exam season, and he was even there to wipe away your tears when you faced hurdles completing your research. keeho, truly, a supportive bf we stan!!!

anyways - point is. you missed your close friends and family back home

but you were lowkey dreading this dinner. having to answer questions like “how are you” and “what are you doing for work or school” repeatedly seemed a bit overwhelming. the dinner was a mini-reunion of some uni classmates - a group of around ten who all took the same classes as you and keeho and mostly stuck together to study, do assignments, practice for interviews, help each other with applications etc.

it wasn’t like you weren’t close, it’s just… you definitely weren’t besties, and let’s just say you weren’t the most social person in the room

keeho was the opposite. your boyfriend was a social butterfly; a classic extrovert. always able to blend into any social setting and talk to anyone about any topic under the sky

you however, took awhile to warm up to people, and even then, you found yourself craving your alone time more than anything. keeho liked to tease you and said you have a small social battery – you just ran out of charge quicker than others (and there’s nothing wrong with that, he’d always remind you)

but with this particular friend group, you always had the sneaking suspicion that they were only keeping you around because you were the nerd; the smart friend. the one everyone wanted to pair up with in a group assignment because they knew you would hard carry the team. the one who everyone approached for study notes in the hopes of performing as well as you did in the finals. the one everyone was jealous of… the one who got used and subsequently thrown away

that was probably why you haven’t spoken to any of them in years, with the exception of keeho ofc, and the bride-to-be, yoonhee

before you knew it, you arrived at the restaurant. yoonhee was always a big fan of italian food, so it was no surprise that she picked one of the finest italian eateries in new york for the dinner

despite your obvious personality differences, yoonhee was one of the only girls in the friend group who actually took the time to get to know you. she was outgoing and outspoken like the other girls, but also had a hardworking, studious side that came out during important events like interviews or exams. she wasn’t a big fan of drinking (like you) and usually accompanied you on the sodas or lemonades at drinking events. importantly, she also shared similar hobbies to you. in particular, she loved reading, and the two of you used to exchange book recommendations in between classes and visited bookshops together

you were genuinely happy that your friend was tying the knot, but as you stood in front of the door, you had to take a few deep breaths to calm your nerves (you tried to hype yourself up: dont be a chicken, y/n! these are just your old classmates. you will be fine)

pushing open the doors, you gave the waiter your name and followed them into the crowded restaurant. the smell of woodfired pizzas and sizzling garlic invaded your senses as they led you towards the back of the restaurant where the group congregated

immediately, yoonhee spotted you and let out an excited squeal. “y/n!!!!” she ran forward to engulf you in a warm hug. “i’m so glad you made it!”

you couldn’t help the smile that worked its way on your lips. her energy was always infectious. “it’s great to see you too, and congratulations!” you replied sincerely, returning her hug. when the two of you pulled away, you handed her your present. “from me and keeho.”

“ooohhhh!” she said teasingly, “you and keeho? you’re still going steady, then?” she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, before accepting your gift. “thank you for this, you didn’t have to.”

you shook your head, “yeah, it’s nothing big. but we hope you’ll like it.” 

“let’s go say hi to the others! you haven’t seen them in awhile, right? oh! and i’ve got to re-introduce you to my fiance!!!!”

you let your friend lead you to the larger group, and thanks to her, you felt yourself ease into the group’s conversation. whilst you still missed having keeho by your side, yoonhee did a great job at helping you navigate social situations, just like when you were back in uni

the food and conversation flowed continuously, and you found yourself actually enjoying yourself. who would’ve thought? you almost forgot why or what you were so concerned about earlier today

and as the current conversation about astronomical rent prices and how impossible it was to live affordably in new york eventually died down, one of them turned to you and asked, “so, y/n. you came alone? are you and keeho…” he trailed off, unsure of how to phrase his question

“intak!” his best friend, jongseob, hissed as he elbowed him in the ribs. 

“actually-” yoonhee began on your behalf,

but you answered, “actually, he’s late. work’s been really busy, so he had to stay back a bit. he should be here soon though.” you replied, with even more confidence than you initially expected. both your answer and your tone left the group pleasantly surprised. this was not the same y/n they knew from university, clearly.

“you’re still together!” another guy, theo, cheered from the edge of the table. theo always liked to claim that he played matchmaker and introduced the two of you, back in the day. “what can i say, i really am the best cupid in the matchmaking business.”

“so, when are you guys getting married?” yoonhee asked with a sly smile. “it’s been, what? four years? surely you’ve talked about it.”

“well actually, we –”

“guys!!!” a familiar voice yelled from behind you, stealing everyone’s attention. keeho sure knew how to make an entrance. “it’s been too long, boys!”

after five minutes of hugging everyone at the table and exchanging pleasantries, keeho finally circled around to you and yoonhee. he took his seat next to you, instinctively resting a warm hand on your waist, and turned to yoonhee, “congratulations! did y/n pass you the gift? you’re gonna love it - we’re the best at gift-giving.”

yoonhee laughed in response. “youre talking it up way too much, yoon keeho. it seems like you haven’t changed at all. and thank you, she did! i can’t wait to open it.”

keeho shook hands with yoonhee’s fiance and exchanged small talk about work, as they were both in the same field. you watched silently as they talked, happy to take the backseat and just listen in, as you usually did with keeho by your side

when the conversation reached a lull, keeho felt your eyes on him, and squeezed your waist in response. “hey.” he said in a low voice, for your ears only. the two of you faced each other and smiled, escaping to your own world. “sorry i was late, it’s been a really busy day.”

“it’s okay…” you trailed off, eyes wandering around the table as you finally realised, “it wasn’t that bad.”

keeho chuckled, “see? you did it. i could tell you were nervous on the phone, but you did it. i’m proud of you.” he leaned forward slightly to press his lips against your hair, as a reward.

“i had help. yoonhee’s great.” you replied sheepishly, eyes downcast as you felt shy 

“yeah but coming to a social gathering after a long day of classes and having to actually interact and talk to people? that’s all you, baby.” keeho countered, wanting to give you credit for your efforts. to many, it didnt seem like a big deal. but he knew you. it’s not easy for you to feel comfortable in these situations, especially when you were alone, or tired. he understood that you needed to recharge by being on your own, and that being around people for too long could be draining.

“i suppose…”

keeho hummed in response, “also,” he tilted your chin so you would look up at him. “i missed you.” he smiled sweetly before capturing your lips in a sweet kiss.

“yah! yoon keeho! y/n! pda is not allowed here! geez, go get a room!” theo teased, causing the table to erupt in laughter

you felt the tips of your ears light up, but it seemed like keeho had other plans. he pulled your chair even closer to him with one hand and shoved the middle finger up with the other; all whilst gliding his lips smoothly against yours

[moonspirit]

Pregnant Annie headcanons ft. some Papamin Propaganda #12:-

requested by @leitouris

Atleast some of this is a repeat from my earlier papamin posts, but nevertheless, I hope you enjoy!

When Annie first finds out she's pregnant, she spends a lot of time wondering how to tell Armin. She has many options: surprise him? Give vague hints? prepare a candlelight dinner? or spend an evening at the beach in the sunset where she'll look into his eyes and say, "You're gonna be a papa..." ?

But you know what? She's not really very good at the "planning romantic things" bit. Still, she wants to make it special, so she settles for dropping hints here and there. Because he's so SMART right? Surely, he'll figure it out?

Turns out Armin is very DENSE when it comes to things like this.

He says: "What's this, Annie? Why are you giving me a picture-book for babies?"

And he says: "Annie, why is this towel so small? It's like it's meant for babies... oh haha, I get it, it's very good for cleaning corners!"

Annie becomes incredibly frustrated and ends up spending an hour throwing darts on a picture of Reiner's face to calm down.

One day, however, she comes home to the sounds of loud crying and sobbing. She finds Armin in the bathroom, sitting on the floor, her positive pregnancy test clutched to his chest.

And he says: "Anniiiiiieeeeeeeeeeee, y-y-you're pregnant??? And you didn't tell me?? I'm going to be a dad?!"

How can the world's smartest man also be so stupid sometimes?

So the pregnancy reveal is a disaster. Of course it is. They're both idiots.

Anyway.

As her body changes, slowly, Annie also begins to feel incredibly uncomfortable and a little insecure. She was always so sure and certain about her body before, in her size and strength and speed. Things are not like that anymore; she's gaining weight, sometimes her back hurts, a lot of the times she feels sick and slow too.

But every time she feels awful, Pieck begins to talk about her baby; about who it's going to take after, what the baby will look like, etc., and it makes Annie feel better. Armin also tells her how beautiful she looks and how lucky he is to be with her. How she's a great woman and that she's going to be an amazing mother. Every night. Every night when she cries, feeling scared, he's there, combing her hair and whispering into her ear until she falls asleep.

The morning sickness is BAD. Nausea and vomiting and revulsion to certain smells. Everyone, Armin especially, tries their best to make things easy for her. In this time, Armin learns to properly cook! (Jean teaches him).

Months pass, and as Annie's belly swells, she can no longer wear her usual clothes and has to resort to loose, flowy, comfortable dresses. Armin's very happy with this! It means he can see Annie in pretty floral prints and fluttering hems!

Whenever the others drop by (Jean, Pieck, Connie & Reiner), they always end up fighting with each other over baby names. Pieck has the best ideas, Reiner has the worst ideas, Jean hates everything because he only likes fashionable names, and Connie's the only one with normal suggestions. Aruani watch them loudly argue in the living room, bored and tired of the noise.

(Secretly Armin has a loooooooooong list of girl baby names that he hides from Annie).

But Pregnant Annie is soon glowing. With happiness, with excitement, with some wonder and bafflement that still lingers even after the first trimester. It's hardly believable that there's a new life growing within her. A bit of hers, a bit of his.

She cries a lot.

Late nights are spent in their dim bedroom with the windows open. On the bed, leaning against the headrest, Annie cradles her swollen belly while Armin, laying by her knees, his chin propped up by a hand, talks. He talks a lot to her and the baby in that soft, smooth voice, of everything and anything. He tells the baby she's going to love the world, that she'll love the sea, that she'll love the sky, that she'll love her mother the most.

"I love you both so much," He murmurs, holding Annie in his arms and stroking her hair. "From the ends of this earth to the moon and beyond."

(You see, Armin's very certain it's going to be a baby girl).

When Armin's not around, Annie too, talks to her baby. Quietly, a little awkwardly, but she talks. She tells the baby, "Your father, he talks a lot doesn't he? He's really looking forward to holding you in his arms... he told me that when you were sleeping last night. You're going to be a curious troublemaker, I can tell."

Baby kicks a LOT. Armin jokes that it's all Annie's genes - great lower body strength and powerful legs.

LOTS AND LOTS OF ARUANI KISSES AND CUDDLING.

When they go shopping for baby clothes, Armin very conveniently ignores the boy-section altogether, much to Annie's annoyance. He's desperate to be a girl dad, pls don't blame him.

All that said, Annie's pregnancy cravings are outrageous and awful! She wants all the strangest combinations of food to ever exist! Fish and ice-cream. Tons of plain sugar and soup. Ice and pickles. These combinations will kill an ordinary person, but she's a hungry mother-to-be, what can you say? Armin's very scared sometimes, but humours all her cravings anyway. Midnight trips to the nearest convenience store and ice-cream shop? He'll do it.

But her favourite pregnancy food is steamed sweet potato :3

Everyone is HELLA protective of her. EVERYONE. Armin most of all, because he's hopelessly panicky and over-protective, but when he's not there, Reiner and Jean are fussing Annie over the smallest things like she's incapable of doing shit by herself. Pieck says: "Why are YOU guys so scared? Annie's the one who's pregnant, not you!"

When Mikasa's around though, she's hovering behind Annie like some dark force from the underworld.

But still, the pregnancy isn't easy. There are scares, like sudden bleeding and several emergency hospital visits. But Aruani get through them, somehow.

What makes the final trimester bearable is Connie, the resident jokester. He cracks so many bad jokes for Annie one morning and she laughs so hard and her water also breaks.

...

EVERYBODY PANIC!

Aruani baby is eventually born to a cheering, tearful crowd.

Armin breaks down crying when he sees his baby's tiny face and tinier hands.

Mama Annie is relieved, sweat clinging to her forehead, out of breath and exhausted, but when she reaches out to hold her newborn in her arms, she realizes with a laugh, that indeed; those big blue eyes are definitely those of a curious troublemaker's.

[slutforsilverfoxes]

hello! may i say i absolutely love your writing??? so i thought i’d request something :) aaron is readers first actual relationship (like her first serious one?) and her family dynamics have been difficult while growing up (absent father, not a really close relationship with her mother, she always felt like more of a flatmate to her yk?), so she hasn’t experienced what it feels like to be truly loved and wanted and aaron has given her that, which makes their relationship even more special and important to her. he’s basically the only person she fully trusts and vice versa. when they get into their first big fight, she gets overwhelmed and is afraid he’s going leave her and thinks things like “i knew this was too good to be true” etc. of course, they make up and aaron comforts her and assures her he’ll never leave her.

if this is something you don’t want to write, that’s totally fine!!! 🫶🏼

Thank you, sweet nonny, for your kind words and the request 🥹 And sorry this took me so long to post!! I hope you don't mind I tweaked a bit to play more on reader's anxiety than the fight aspect- I hope this is what you were looking for 🖤

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x female reader (angsty angst + hurt/comfort)

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Stupid, you chastise yourself for the umpteenth time as the apartment door closes behind your partner. Evidently he’s taken all the air in the room with him because your lungs can’t seem to find any oxygen to breathe in. Stupid, stupid, stupid girl. What did you think was going to happen?

Rather than staring at the closed door in the vain hope that Aaron will walk back through it, you scrub your hands over your face and head down the hall to his bedroom. You stand on your tiptoes to reach your duffel bag in the closet that’s been sitting on a shelf since he first insisted you keep some things at his apartment. Maybe if you just give him space and then apologize, he won’t leave. After your dad walked out, that strategy had worked on most of your mother’s relationships, however short-lived they happened to be.

Your heart breaks at the thought of losing Aaron over something so seemingly trivial. Why hadn't you fought harder, spoken with more confidence in your voice? Why couldn’t you just let it go?

You had planned a quiet dinner at Aaron’s place to celebrate six months of absolute bliss together. All you had told him last week was there would be a surprise waiting for him at home, courtesy of the shiny new key on your ring you had yet to use. You spent the evening cooking the recipe that you had been buying ingredients for when you bumped into him at the grocery store, a smile on your face while the memory replayed in your head. As the clock neared seven, you left the food in the oven to stay warm and went about setting the table, complete with fresh flowers, candles, and Aaron’s favorite red wine. Music played softly in the background, a series of songs you put together that reminded you of your boyfriend that he was never allowed to find out about. You gave the sauce simmering on the stove another taste test, smacking your lips together before adding another pinch of oregano.

Then, you fired off a quick Can’t wait to see you soon! text to your boyfriend and settled down on the couch with your book to wait for his arrival from Quantico.

You waited… and waited, and checked your phone, and waited some more. As the minutes ticked by and the smile on your face faltered, you reasoned with a sigh that the BAU had probably gotten a case, and he was busy briefing the team before heading halfway across the country. You were no stranger to receiving a text or call from the jet, an apology for the untimely case and promise to make it up to you as soon as he was home.

But this radio silence felt different, and you released your bottom lip from its cage beneath your teeth with a quiet hiss when the familiar metallic taste of your anxiety getting the better of you touched your tongue. A thousand and one scenarios flew through your mind, possibilities of Aaron being hurt in the field or succumbing to another one of those fainting spells that his teammate and friend, Dave, had once warned you about.

Or maybe, just maybe, he had grown tired of you and was trying to figure out how to break things off.

Reaching the six month mark was a new milestone for you in a relationship. Most of your other relationships, if you could even call them that, didn’t make it past the third date. Aaron could probably profile you in his sleep, tell you that the absence of your father in your life and your strained relationship with your mother made it hard for you to recognize genuine connection. That you were a serial people pleaser, even at the expense of your own health and wellbeing, convinced that if you said and did all the right things, you would be worthy of people’s attention, time, and affection.

Hell, the person who cut in front of you in line for coffee could probably tell that about you by the way you insisted they go ahead first.

As the digital clock on the stove flickered to 10:00, your nerves over Aaron’s welfare outcompeted your guilt over bothering him at work. You unlocked your phone to find your earlier text to him delivered but unread, and pressed his contact picture to place the call. He picked up on the third ring, and you released a sigh of relief until he answered with an easy, “Hi, honey, how are you?”

Confusion muddled your features, but you kept your voice even as you answered, “Fine, my love. You got a new case?”

“Luckily no, and I’m so sorry I didn’t respond to your text earlier. I just got caught up trying to finish this report so I don’t have to work this weekend while we…” He trailed off with a quiet curse before coming back on the line. “Baby,” he breathed out, a heavy sigh laced with regret. “We were supposed to celebrate tonight, weren’t we?”

“It’s okay,” you offered immediately, not really answering his question as your gaze flicked up to the wax dripping down the half-eroded candles.

“No,” he responded firmly, and you could hear the distinct shuffling of papers in the background. “It’s not okay. It’s late, so there shouldn’t be traffic now. I’ll be home in twenty.”

You had spent those twenty minutes cleaning up the kitchen and convincing yourself that you weren’t really upset, just worried that he hadn’t eaten all day or taken proper care of himself. Then you changed out of your dress, opting instead for sweatpants and one of Aaron's old law school shirts to appear as casual as possible. By the time you heard his key in the lock, you were ready to meet him at the door with a smile.

“Hi, baby,” you purred in greeting, cupping Aaron's face in your hands and drawing him down for a sweet kiss. He practically melted into your touch, pressing his lips to yours between words of apology. “It’s okay, really,” you answered easily with a shrug. “We can just have what I made tomorrow!”

Aaron’s mouth turned downward at that, and you immediately criticized yourself for mentioning the meal at all. “Sweetheart-”

“Aar, baby, it was nothing,” you attempted to laugh it off, but his brows furrowed even deeper at your insistence.

“Why aren’t you upset? You should be upset.”

“Why?” you challenged in return, smoothing your hands along his arms even as your fear that he was trying to push you away reared its ugly head. “I know how difficult your job is. I don’t expect you to remember every little thing we talk about.”

“Y/N, no.” His voice was firm as he gripped your shoulders and dipped his head down to meet your gaze. “This wasn’t a little thing. Just… give me a minute and then we’ll talk.”

And now, here you are, hastily packing your bag and trying to make your escape before he returns to avoid having that dreaded conversation. The trite It's not you, it’s me and It’s for the best and You should be someone’s priority. Aaron had already sighed out the classic You deserve better before walking out the door.

You jump in surprise at the sound of Aaron’s voice rumbling over to you from the bedroom doorway. “Are we going somewhere?”

You look up at him and his heart breaks at the way your eyes are glistening in the dim light. “I thought I should spend a few days at my place. Give you some space to breathe.” And save you the hard part of saying we shouldn’t be together anymore.

His bags fall to the floor unceremoniously, and Aaron crosses the room in two short strides to cup your face in his hands, brows furrowed, eyes searching yours. “Why would I ever want to be apart from you when I don’t have to be?”

You gape at him in disbelief. “You don’t want me to leave?”

His answer is firm, resolute, a simple, “No.”

“And you’re not leaving me?”

“Absolutely not.” He sits on the edge of the bed and pulls you down beside him, tucking you into his broad chest. “I’m sorry I wasn’t clear when I left. I just went to get my things from the car, sweetheart.”

“I’m sorry for assuming the worst,” you whisper. Your voice is so small and fragile, and Aaron tightens his hold on you. “I just thought…”

“You’re used to people not sticking around?” You nod, his starched shirt brushing against your cheek with the movement.

Aaron pulls back a bit to tilt your chin up, his gaze soft yet determined as he looks into your eyes. “I love you, and I’m not going anywhere. You understand?” You nod again, and he dots kisses all over your face until your mouth turns up in a genuine smile. “You-” He takes a deep breath and pulls your hand into his lap, running his thumb over your knuckles before continuing, “You have made my life- and Jack’s- infinitely better, and I can’t picture our family without you now.” 

You lift your joined hands to your mouth to press a kiss to the back of his hand. Then, hesitantly, you ask, “Aaron?”

“Hm?”

“Why did you get upset about me not getting upset?”

“Because you deserve the world, angel,” he answers firmly. “And you deserve better than the bullshit I pulled tonight. And…” He trails off, and you can feel the tension mounting in the rise of his shoulders. Placing your hand on his taut muscles, you rub it back and forth in a soothing pattern until he releases a breath and admits, “It reminded me of my marriage, when things started falling apart before the divorce. Haley had gotten so used to my absence or making work a priority that she would just excuse things. First it was little things, like not answering a text for hours.”

“Huh, you don’t say,” you interject, and Aaron’s gaze cuts over to you to find a cheeky smile on your face.

He nudges your shoulder with his own, muttering an apology before continuing, “Then it was bigger things. Holidays and trips and back to school nights. I even- I missed Jack’s first steps, y’know that? I was on a case, halfway across the country, and I didn’t see the video she sent me until days later.”

“Aaron,” you sigh, now tucking him into your chest. “Do you know what Jack’s going to remember? That you were always there when it counted. He’s going to remember the night you went out in the rain to find his special Darth Vader suit for Halloween, and the countless hours you and Dave put in to coach his soccer team to the championship, and the blanket forts and movie nights and walks in the park with ice cream dripping down our wrists until it’s an unsalvageable mess. You’re his hero, you big dummy.”

Aaron shifts until his head is in your lap, looking up at you with a small smile and glistening eyes. “How did we get here?”

“You gave me a key to your apartment and then missed our anniversary dinner.”

“Thank you, you sassy little thing.” He playfully tugs at your hair falling down from your shoulders and framing his face. “I mean, I was supposed to be apologizing and groveling at your feet for my transgressions, but here you are comforting me instead. You really do-”

“If you say deserve better, I’m going to beat you up, Aaron,” you threaten, although the smile on your face says otherwise.

He mimes zipping his lips, then twists his wrist around to glance at his watch. “It’s still our six month anniversary for another hour or so, and the apartment smells divine. You up for a late night meal?”

Leaning down, you nuzzle your nose against his before answering, “Deal. But I’m sitting pretty at the table and you’re serving me, Hotchner.”

“In just an apron and nothing else underneath?”

“Oh, hell yes,” you squeal in delight. “You’re in trouble now, baby. I’m going to milk this for all it’s worth.”

“As you should, my love. As you should.”

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AH tags 🖤 @gothwifehotchner @iyv-ray24 @mrs-ssa-hotch @criminalskies

[c00kietin]

thank GOODNESS I could finish this- beneath the cut's a profile for them!! :D

buckle up, because it's a lot of information-

TENEBRIS!!!

Goes by they/them pronouns :D

Don't ask them for their age. Even I don't know how old they are.

The one and only leader of the Obitus Cult/Cult of Obitus!!

A very egotistic and anti-social being that has utterly devoted their loyalty to their "god" Obitus.

Can be quick to anger as well, lashes out on their members if they're really frustrated.

Of course, they're nothing like this around newcomers. Needs to somehow convince them to join, right?

Well, they can just force people if they wanted to with spells.

The magic they're capable of involves more chants and recitals, as well as making very strange substances and potions.

Their shopping list looks very strange, as you can imagine.

Kind of tying in the shopping thing, they get all of their resources delivered to their temple. Tenebris very rarely leaves the premises, and the members aren't allowed to leave at all.

They hate children. And chocolate.

And bright lighting- all the rooms in the temple are very dimly lit and all their clothes are darkly coloured.

This is their voice claim!

Their hair is quite heavy (and well taken care of) so you can guess that they're very slow.

MORE THINGS ABOUT THE CULT ITSELF!!

You can call it either the Obitus Cult or the Cult of Obitus- Tenebris calls it the latter.

This group made up of almost 100 people places their faith and loyalty to Obitus.

According to Tenebris- who claimed to have witnessed them in their sleep one night, starting up the cult the next day- Obitus plans on completely obliterating the Earth of humanity and civilization and told them to prepare for the end of the world. basically.

When this will happen?....Tenebris wasn't told that.

They also do not know what this otherworldly overlord looks like- however, they know an eye-shaped symbol (on Tenebris' hat and necklace) is very important as that appeared in their dream too.

The temple is located in a very secluded mountain range- Tenebris was simply told to go there by Obitus and it was already there. Convenient.

As pictured above, members have to have the eye symbol engraved into their wrist (or palm)- after this, they happen to be almost under a trance or brainwashed.

When praying to Obitus, they expose out the arm with the marking and their other arm behind that one, raised up to their face. Like this:

I hope that makes sense sjkksjks- while they do have lengthy prayer times and different types of prayers, a short and simple one they use is "We place our faith in Obitus."

The temple is full of many different rooms, including a dining hall, summoning room and bunkers (Tenebris gets their own room, obviously.)

They also follow a strict schedule- They must be asleep by 8 p.m. and awake and ready for the day by 4 a.m. They have two food breaks- one for breakfast and one for dinner. Once a month, they also hold a summoning ritual in order to attempt communicating with Obitus once more.

Members have their own jobs as well as worshipping Obitus though- cooking, cleaning, assisting Tenebris; that's all done by them as well.

While Tenebris mainly targets lonely people or those who don't have a social life, they are happy to accept anyone in! Well, that is if you're over 18.

I'm afraid teenagers (and children) are not allowed to join. However, Tenebris does take note of minors who do want to join and if you're REALLY nice, may let you visit the temple if you do some errands for them.

EXTRA FACT STUFF ABOUT TENEBRIS:

I based them more off of what first comes to mind when you think of cults- and, unintentionally, they also partially remind me of the cult in Spooky Month which I forgot existed ;-;

Because, after researching real life cult leaders, I felt like their stories weren't really what I was going for with Tenebris.

I guess the Peoples Temple founded by Jim Jones and the Family Cult by Anne Hamilton-Byrne were partial inspirations- oh, and religious experiences I've had, Catholic-Christian ones that is. (this is in no way meant to portray anything bad about that religion- or any at all- I just wanted to make the religious side of this more interesting by basing it off of what I know. Again, this isn't meant to offend any religion.)

My sister nicknames them Tenny and I (as well as others hee hee) nickname em Tennis, so you might see that often lol

I'm pretty sure they're the first oc I posted about on here! Although I think the post got like 7 notes-

When I first drew them, which was a while ago, they were more like a triangle shape and had larger eyes- my sister likes this version more but I think it just looks goofier- might post it once I find it :D

Tenebris means Darkness in Latin (according to translators) because I couldn't think of a name for them and just thought "think of something kinda edgy, then make it Latin to sound cool >:D"

Obitus means Death in Latin (according to translators once more I can't speak Latin-)

Thank you for reading this far!! I'm going to just tag @night-terrorzz @lobotomize-d n @gummy-worms-in-my-brain since you lovely people seem to like this cult leader :>

[somanyratsinthewalls]

Burning Hearts Chapter 9

Pairing: Law x Straw Hat Zoan Type (named) OC 

Summary: *SLOW BURN BUT IT GETS HOT HERE* You were teleported across the globe in an instant, away from your crew. Your body was badly broken and beaten, thrust into the harsh landscape of a Northern island. You are discovered by the Heart Pirates and brought back to health. Startled upon waking up in a foreign place with an unfamiliar crew, you are shocked with the news that you’ll be spending two years there. Trafalgar Law, the captain of the Heart Pirates has made a promise to train you, but will it become something more than a mentor relationship?

WC: 2800

Taglist: @cottoncandyloverrrr @nothing-but-brass @zoros-fourth-sword

Burning Hearts Chapter 9: Carpe Momentum (Seize the Moment)

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The summer heat had crept in. The trees on the island were full and green, the wildlife was emerging from their slumber, and the ocean waters surrounding the area began to warm. But your favorite part of course, was how lush and bountiful the garden was looking. Each night you were bringing in baskets full of fresh produce and cooking a huge meal to feed the Heart Pirates. Your efforts were met with great praise from the crew, but you didn’t care, you just loved having a garden again. 

You also turned one of the storage sheds with a skylight into a makeshift grow house for your *special* plants… Law had either not noticed it yet or was making a choice to ignore it. 

It was a hot, muggy morning and you were knelt down in the garden harvesting fresh garlic and asparagus for the soup you had planned to prepare tonight. You hummed one of Brook’s signature tunes to yourself as you dug your shears into the soil. Suddenly,  you hear the heavy door to the base swing open. You turn your head and place your hand over your brow to block the sunlight from obscuring your vision. 

It was Penguin. He waves as he walks towards you. You return the wave. 

“Hey!” 

“Howdy. What brings you into my dojo?” You smile.

“Captain’s called a meeting. Said to meet in 15 minutes.”

“Thanks, I’ll head in. You want a strawberry? Just picked em.” You hold out a large, bright red berry. 

“Oh man, do I!!” Penguin greedily snatches the berry and gobbles it up. He smiles at its sweet taste. “Are you sure you can’t stay here forever? I don’t think I can go back to rice balls and chicken breast after this.” 

You chuckle. 

“Spend some time out here and learn to do it yourself! Once you can grow your own food, you won’t miss me at all, I promise.” 

“Hey, I think we’d still miss you. Anyway, see you in 15.” Penguin jogged back into the base and shut the door. 

You finished packing your basket full of produce and stand up. You dust the dirt off your gardening apron and pull your gloves off, stowing them in the basket. You head into the base, wondering what Law had schemed up now. 

— — 

You sat in a wheelie chair in the meeting room with your feet up on the conference table. 

“He’s gonna tell us he’s an Emperor now or something.” Ikkaku sits next to you and lazily runs her fingers through her curls. 

“Pfffttt.” You stretch your arms over your head. “Unless one of the four has a heart attack, I don’t think that’s going to happen.”

Law enters the crowded room and his crew straightens in their seats. You however, just turn your head in his direction. 

“As I’m sure most of you know, we’re low on supplies. So, I will be taking some of you in the Tang tomorrow to the nearest inhabited island to stock up. It may be a day trip, it may be overnight, depending on the sea condition and weather. Penguin, Shachi, and Bepo, you’ll be coming with me. The rest of you will stay here.”

“Wait, I want to go!” You drop your legs to the floor and sit up.

“No, you’ll stay here. I want to make sure your ankle is healed.” 

“Come on! I haven’t left this place since I got here. It’s been months. My ankle is fine. I’ve been wearing these jumpsuits and Ikkaku’s hand me downs this whole time,” You nod towards Ikkaku. “No offense.” 

She puts up her hands. 

“None taken.”

“Please, let me go with you.” You stand up and meet Law’s eyes. He sighs. A long pause follows your plea. 

“Fine. You’ll keep a low profile. We leave at 8 AM. Carry on.”

“Yes!” You clasp your hands together. 

Law exits the meeting room.

“Wait, does this mean we’re getting more booze tomorrow…?” Penguin speaks up.

“Meaning that we can drink everything we have tonight…?” Shachi rubs his hands together. 

You turn back to the crew and grin. 

“YES!” You all shout together, a few crew members sharing high fives. 

— — 

You sigh in relief as you rinse the grit and grime from both training and your work in the garden off of your body. The hot water was cascading through your hair therapeutically. 

You finish washing your tresses and turn off the water. Upon exiting the shower stall in your towel, you find Ikkaku at the counter, contents of your small cosmetic bag spilled out on the sink. 

“You said I could borrow some makeup any time, sorry I didn’t ask!”

“You’re fine! I meant it, really any time.” You start to dry your hair with another towel and you notice Ikkaku applying some eyeliner… badly. 

“Do you… want help?” You cock your head and smirk. 

Ikkaku sighs. 

“Very much. Yes. I look like Pagliacci.”

You look at each other and smile. 

“But doctor!” You yell. 

“I AM PAGLIACCI!” Ikkaku responds. 

You both burst into laughter. 

Once composing yourself, you sit on the counter next to Ikkaku and begin to apply the makeup to her lids. “So… what inspired this little makeover?” You ask.

“Nothing…” Ikkaku says quietly. 

“This wouldn’t have to do with the bouquet of flowers I saw Penguin taking from my garden last week, would it?” You cock your head. 

“Definitely not.” Ikkaku tries to hide a smirk as you brush mascara onto her lashes. 

“Right, of course.” You smile. “Ok done. Open.” 

Ikkaku opens her eyes and turns her head to look in the mirror. She gasps softly. 

“Perfect!” 

“Perfect indeed. Now hurry up and let me get ready, there’s booze to drink!”

“You’re right, we have to get a head start so the boys don’t guzzle it all.” 

— — 

After spending the next hour getting ready, You and Ikkaku join the rest of the crew in the galley… minus Law, that is. The double metal doors swing open and the two of you walk in. You are both met with open mouths and wide eyed stares. 

“Wow, Ikkaku you look…” Penguin begins. 

“Like a girl! Wow!” Shachi interjects. 

“Ok, asshole. Not my fault you’ve never seen one before. Where’s the booze?” She asks after rolling her eyes at her crew mate. 

“I’m glad you asked! I poured all the rest of the liquor we had in a trash bin, then filled it with soda and Daisy’s strawberries. It sounds terrible, but I promise it’s good!”

“You used my fruit to make jungle juice? You heathen!” You slap Shachi hard from across the counter. He shudders. You look down at the pink concoction below you. “I will have some, though…” 

You grab a plastic cup and scoop some of the punch up and take a sip. 

“Gross… but drinkable.” You nod your head back and forth, contemplating the flavors. You scoop another cup full of punch and hand it to Ikkaku. “Bottoms up, girlie.” You cheers your glasses as she takes hers from your hand. 

— — 

An hour of drinking games goes by and you find yourself seated at the dining room table in a game of Never Have I Ever. 

“Never have I ever peed in the bathroom sink!” Ikkaku glares at many of the male members of the crew as she spits out her question. 

“Oh my god…” 

Several crew members groan and put a finger down and take a drink. You definitely don’t. You make a mental note to be careful of where you leave your toothbrush. 

The door to the galley swings open and Law enters quietly wearing sweatpants and a sweatshirt. 

“Captain! Come drink and play with us! There’s plenty more!” Penguin drunkenly waves towards his captain. 

“No, that’s quite alright. I have work to do.” Law stoically replies. 

You roll your eyes. You stand up and approach the booze bucket ro refill your cup. You grab another cup it and fill it as well. You extend the cup towards Law’s chest. 

“Come on. One drink won’t kill you.” You wink. 

Law gulps. 

“I… I guess it wouldn’t…” He hesitantly accepts the cup and joins you at the table. As he sat down he was met with riotous cheers from his crew that he tried to wave away. 

“Ok so, we’re playing Never Have I Ever. Put up 5 fingers and every time someone says something you’ve done you put one down and drink. If you get to 0, you have to finish your drink.” Shachi nervously explains the rules to his straight edge captain. 

“Seems easy enough.” 

“Great. Well, Peng, it’s your turn.” 

“Ah yes! Never have I ever… been a Straw Hat Pirate!” Penguin laughs as he finishes his sentence. 

“Oh that’s such bullshit…” You put your pointer finger down and take a big swig of your drink. 

You could have sword you saw Law smile. 

“Ok ok my turn!” Bepo claps his paws. “Never have I ever, not been a polar bear mink!”

The room groans and everyone reaches for their beverage. 

“Never have I ever… kissed a man!” Shachi shouts. 

You look at Ikkaku and you both roll your eyes.

“We have to start adding more rules to this game before I get alcohol poisoning.” Ikkaku complains as she takes a drink.

“Big agree.” You sigh as you take another sip.

“We have to sabotage someone else, or else we’re on the floor.” She whispers to you. 

*easy* you think. 

“Never have I ever performed heart surgery.”  You say confidently. 

Law turns his head to look at you, he smirks. He drinks. 

“Never have I ever cut someones arms off…” Ikkaku follows up. 

You and Law both reach for your glasses… hey, you were a pirate? Who’s to judge?

“… and put them back on someone else!” Ikkaku continues. 

You draw back your hand and laugh. 

Law rolls his eyes and drinks. 

“Never have I ever grown illicit drugs in the storage shed in the yard.” Law blinks slowly with a sneaky smile. 

You chuckle, put a finger down and drink. 

You throw your hands up and whisper, “oops!” With a snigger. 

The game rounds the circle once again and many of you were close to losing. Your cheeks were hot and pink from the risqué questions and the alcohol coursing through your system. Both you and Law were on your third cup of alcohol, he was clearly handling his better than you were. 

You had the giggles, bad. 

“Never have I ever….. gone skinny dipping!” You laugh. 

“Obviously, you can’t fucking swim!” Penguin responds and everyone laughs. 

Next to you, you notice Ikkaku put her last finger down and finish her drink. 

“I’m out. I should quit while I’m ahead.” She stands from the table, wobbles for a bit, before excusing herself to her room. 

“I-, um” Penguin stands up awkwardly. “I should um, walk you back to your room! Make sure you get there safe, you know?” 

“Oh.. okay?” Ikkaku moves to leave the galley with Penguin behind her. 

After a few moments of silence, Shachi breaks the barrier. 

“I hope they finally do it, I’m so tired of hearing about it.” 

“What?”

“Dude where have you been? They’ve been flirting for MONTHS… you seriously haven’t noticed?” You question. 

“Hmm… guess I haven’t noticed.” Law huffs. 

“Whatever. Moving on. Never have I ever… been in a relationship.” Shachi states. 

You drink. 

Law drinks. 

All of your heads spin to Bepo, who was taking a sip…

“Bepo?!?” You question. 

“We were just kids! She kissed me on the playground! I think it counts!” 

The room erupts into laughter, including Law. 

“You never told me that one, Bepo! I’d love to hear more!” Law lets out a surprisingly loud laugh.

“Come on, Captain, it’s not like you ever talk about that sort of thing!” Bepo shoots back, his fluffy white cheeks tinged red. 

After the laughter subsides, Bepo continues with his turn. 

“Never have I ever kissed someone… with dark hair!” He crosses his big, furry arms, trying to get back at his crew mates. 

Shachi and you both take a drink. You look to your right and notice that Law does the same. Your mind wanders… what does someone have to do to be romantically attractive to Trafalgar Law? He was such a strange man… what turned him on?

“It’s your turn, D.” Shachi prompts you. 

“Oh yeah…” You ponder for a moment. “Never have I ever… HAD A PENIS!” You roll over laughing. 

The three remaining people at the table take drinks and gripe at your cheap shot. “Alright, we’re done. You two win. I’ve gotta head to bed if you want anyone to drive the Tang tomorrow. Goodnight!” Bepo grabs Shachi by the shoulder and carries him off to the staterooms. 

They left you and Law alone in the galley.

“Are we cleaning up tonight or-?” You ask as you rise from the table. 

“Nah, Uni has kitchen duty. Let him deal with it.” Law rises and stumbles a bit, not realizing how the alcohol would affect him. 

You laugh. 

“You okay, doc? Come on.” You grab Law’s hand to steady him. He winces a bit, but then he eases into your touch. 

“I’ll… I’ll walk you.. back to your room.. your ankle…” Law suddenly scoops an arm under your left armpit and supports your pained foot. 

“Oh, thanks!” You smile and he helps you hobble out of the galley and towards your room. 

It was clear that the two of you were just a little drunk, Law having nearly dropped you twice on the way to your stateroom and the both of you laughing it off. 

“I believe this is your stop, ma’am.” A slightly drunk Law gently lets go of your torso as the two of you reach your bedroom door. 

You chuckle. 

“Ah yes, door to door service! How professional! I give the ride service 5 stars!” You laugh and do your best to put your weight onto both feet as he lets go of you. 

“Oof!” You misstep and your ankle throbs, but you catch yourself. 

Law’s playful demeanor becomes serious. 

“You’re okay?” He asks. 

“Yeah… just a twinge. I’m fine, though…” You grin through the pain. 

“I don’t want you to be in pain…” Law barely whispers as he looks into your eyes. 

“I know…” You quietly respond… drawing your face closer to his.

Law licks his lips and looks at your mouth… 

Suddenly, you feel hands on either side of your face as Law smashes his lips onto yours. 

Your eyes snap open wide and your hands are frozen at your sides. Was Law really kissing you right now? Here? In the hallway? His eyes were slammed shut and fingers gripped your cheeks tightly. 

Law pulls back and catches his breath. He sees your bewildered expression. 

“Daisy I…” Law stutters as he backs up from you. 

“Law…” You step towards him. 

“No, I… I’m so sorry. I really am so sorry…-“

“Wait!” You reach out a hand to touch Law’s cheek but in a flash of blue light, Law had completely disappeared. A pebble clattered to the ground in his place. 

You stand in the hallway alone, trying to process what just happened. Law had kissed you. You were tipsy, but there was no denying or imagining that Law had just kissed you. It was purposeful. He grabbed your face and kissed you with fervor. Was it a good kiss? No. Did he have any idea how to kiss someone? Clearly no. Was there feeling?

yes. 

There was something behind that kiss… something you could feel… It wasn’t just a drunk attempt to get lucky… there was too much emotion, and you felt it through his grip. 

But he was gone now. You knew Law wouldn’t answer your call if you knocked on his door now… so you had best just call it a night. You enter your room and strip yourself of your pants and shirt before crawling into bed. After nestling your head between your pillows, you lift your right hand to your lips… Law had kissed you…

Now what?

xx 

*Authors Note*

OH MY GOD IT'S HAPPENING! WHAT'S THE PROCEDURE? WHAT'S THE PROCEDURE? IT'S HAPPENING! Happy Valentine's Day my loves! It took 9 chapters but we FINALLY got a little smooooooch! Comment and let me know if you want to be on the taglist for this series or you have any ideas for future chapters! Thanks and I love you :)

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Isekai Yandere Strawhats X Black Fem Reader Ch 18

Masterlist

Minor spoilers!!!!

Luffy hadn't been this upset in so long. He couldn't even remember a time when he was so upset he didn't want to eat. Robin smirked at the commotion she caused, the energy in the room was intoxicating and Nami leaving was the icing on the cake.

Using her fruit to add an ear to Sanji as he rushed to follow behind her the smirk on her face turned into an animalistic grin. The fruit of her quiet labor had finally shown itself.

Matter all the months of reading the media she was born from, watching you with the crew and with the heart pirates, then creating multiple plans that slightly failed. She was overjoyed at the fact that this one was working out flawlessly.

Luffy complained and started little arguments with Ussop and Zoro. They all but rolled their eyes at their captain knowing it wasn’t about their card game but at the fact that you weren’t with them.

Robin decided to leave the room telling them she was going to get a drink, of course to bother Sanji.

The cook was smoking thinking about everything that would most likely happen over the next few days. Robin opened the door and smiled at him sitting down on a booth asking him for Coffee.

It was silent for a while, both waiting to see if the other would spark up the obvious conversation. Robin was going to be impulsive tonight so she spoke up.

“ Are you also upset with me?”

“ No… I understand. I understand the both of you.”

She hummed and took a sip of her drink, “ I think it’s in our best interest if Luffy is upset, he can use the anger with Kaido.”

“ But what about our alliance? It’s also in our best interest to be on good terms with Trafalgar. I don’t think it was a good idea to mention that Y/N was planning on staying with them until we got to Onigashima.”

“ Perhaps…”

It was silent again, Robin did agree with the fact that they did need Law, and as of now Law and you were a package; one wouldn’t be without the other. However, after Wano Law would be defeated and so far there hasn’t been any mention of the Heart pirates since.

You didn’t know that though, you’ve been here so long and haven’t caught up to the manga yet.

Robin had another bright idea.

“ Sanji… have you gotten to read the books?”

“ Yes, a few. Why do you ask?”

“ I know everyone thinks me mentioning Law and Y/N was a bad idea… which makes me wonder who read and up to what but after Wano.. Law is defeated.”

Shock spread over Sanji’s face and the cigarette he was smoking dropped to the ground. With how calculating and cunning Law was— including with how powerful his fruit was… who could defeat him besides his captain?

“ I know you’re wondering who.. it’s Black beard.”

“ The heart pirates are ambushed when we all go our separate ways, and the Kid pirates were dumb enough to think they would be able to defeat Shanks.”

“ Does Y/N know this?”

She shook her head and the cook sighed in relief. This would work out perfectly, you’d finally be just with them and Law wouldn’t even be a problem in their lives.

The conversation continued for some time before the lights went out and the crew were soundly asleep.

You were curious about what Law did in your world. He kept it pretty broad when he told you about it and you couldn’t help but spark interest in what he did.

You moved closer to him pulling his attention from the stars. “ I’m feeling bold and curious right now…” you started. You never took your eyes off the sky but you noticed the slight redness on his face which made you hopeful for answers.

“ I want to know what you did when you were in my world. Were you alone..?”

“ I was. I didn’t want to risk anything happening to my crew mates. It was pretty weird, the entirety of it. From getting there to seeing everything.”

Law remembered Robin telling him to visualize different things and to clear his mind before she left the room they were in. He felt his entire body spin but he knew he wasn’t moving and when he opened his eyes he was in a bedroom.

He was in shock, it was as if he used his own transportation power but when he saw pictures of you on the walls he realized he was in a new world. Law read every book on your shelf, and glee spread through him as he learned so much about you.

He heard movement a few hours later, people were coming home. He quickly grabbed an eraser and hid into the closet. He planned to use his power if someone came in and found his hiding place.

A little while later the door opened, for a moment he couldn’t recognize who it was. Different hairstyle, different clothes, and the person in question was faced away. Until they turned towards him, and low and behold it was you.

You were just as pretty as you’d always had been but the far off look in your eyes let him know this was only half of the person you used to be. That’s when Law knew he needed to do everything to get you back home, where you really belonged.

You were simply on auto pilot, doing routines your body had gotten accustomed too without really thinking about it. He grew angry seeing you like this, and even angrier knowing the Strawhats seen you like this as well.

They made into half a person in both worlds. You were trapped with no one to notice or care because to them you weren’t really missing. He would’ve hopped someone from your universe had noticed— especially your parents but it seemed to him that either no one cared or they couldn’t really see the change in your eyes and certain mannerisms.

Law used the erasure to leave your home, unable to continue watching you. It would break his heart even further.

He strolled the streets, hoping to be seen as normal but the strange looks that he got from basically everyone let him know he needed to change outfits and unfortunately get rid of his beloved hat.

Law scoured your town after changing, never forgetting leave his hat inside of your closet. He went to the library, the parks to continue reading his long medical books.

And after a days work he went back to your house, and into the crevices of your closet. He watched you as you ate your dinner in your room, just so you could catch up with a new episode of your favorite show.

When you left the room he decided to stretch until a pair of eyes met his own. Before he could make a sound multiple hands wrapped around him and covered his mouth.

Robin had appeared to tell him you had been searching for his since last night.

“ Interesting. I thought when you shifted people couldn’t tell that you’re gone.”

A lump in your throat had formed after that sentence. No one knows you’re gone but the ones who do have been watching you in the other world. They all knew that you looked broken but did nothing about it.

The urge to leave tonight settled inside you. You were done with the Strawhats, you needed to sever this link they’ve created.

Law noticed the gears in your brain turning and he quickly spoke up.

“ Y/N.. if you go I want to come with you.”

Your head snapped to him and your eyes widened, “ You want to come with me?”.

He nodded and you struggled for words. Why would he come with you? Could he be plotting with the Strawhats so you’re never fully out of reach—

“ I want to continue exploring your world.. and I Don’t honestly think I can live life without you anymore.”

The solemn energy had dissipated, both of your hearts were racing, waiting for the other to say something even more embrassing.

“ I-I don’t know what to say. I would love for you to come back with me but… you have a life here. You were born here, I’m a completely different case. Not to mention law, your crew.”

“ I would still come back. I just want to be with you.. as much as I can. Can we move the conversation to you either saying yes or no?”

Law was so embarrassed by the words coming out of his mouth. He was begging for your answer at this point, he didn’t want too much flying out of his silly little mouth without knowing how you felt.

You bit your lip. Law coming home with you? Being with you. He wants to be with you? You could hear your heart in your ears as you finally decided to answer him.

“ No.”

“ Great we can- No? Oh..”

A giggle made it’s way out of your lip and you latched onto his jaw and pulled him in for a kiss.

The eyes watching you from behind all widened and a collective gasp was heard by their captain and you. The two of you pulled away and Law angrily told them off as his entire face turned stark red.

After he was sure there was no more peaking he pulled you closer and you both continued to stare at the stars.

“ Would you sleep in my room…”

“ If you’d let me.”

“ Okay.”

“ Tomorrow?”

“ Yes.”

Night turned to day and Luffy was getting ready for Wano packing his stretchy limbs into armor. As much as he was joking and playing like usual you not being around made everything less funny.

“ Robin, Did you find Y/N !”

“ Y/N is with Trafalgar, we’ll see her tonight.”

He sucked his teeth and the crew gave one another looks.

“ Where are they?”

“ I’m not too sure, the book never mentions the heart pirates exact locations.”

He groaned and threw himself to the ground. He didn’t want to be nice to Trafalgar anymore, he wanted to play games with Y/N and cuddle her like he used to.

He thought that after all they did for you, you’d come to your sense and just have fun with him everyday. You were a priority in his life just as the rest of his crew mates and he thought he pushed far enough with you.

With every other crew member that he has he never needed to do too much to get them to join his crew. Why did you have to be so different? It’s not that he hates how you are, you being so different is what made him so attracted to you.

Everyone else knew how oblivious the boy was to his own feelings, seeing his mind overload itself trying to understand why exactly he’s so upset right now.

Luffy didn’t want to say it himself, deep down he knew the emotions he felt for you different then the feelings for his crew mates. He slapped his hand on his face to cover the redness on his cheeks.

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[shadowdaddies]

Hello beautiful, I love your blog and your stories help me continue living with these characters. An idea, Elain has mate but they haven't done anything important, one night she wants more.

smut + lingerie + roses??? 🩷

EEP I love this request🥰 this is so sweet and romantic and I love it

Blush

Elain x Reader

Warnings: fluffy smut below the cut, oral f!receiving, minors dni

The mating bond clicked for you nearly a week after meeting Elain. It was easy to fall in love with her kind, gentle nature, as natural as the fall of a soft Spring rain. The bond snapped for you, however, shortly after your friendship began. Elain had invited you to Rita’s with her and her family, the two of you having an incredible night until a female came up to you, unprovoked, and spilled wine on your dress, muttering an insult about you under her breath. You couldn’t hear what she said, but it was enough for Elain to grab the female by her arm - a look of anger that you didn’t realize possible for someone so sweet taking over her features - and demand that she apologize to you. 

The moment Elain turned back towards you, you saw something in her eyes you’d never seen before, and the bond snapped like a lightning strike. You ran outside onto the street, trying to catch your breath as you tried to grasp what had just happened, panicking over the thought of losing your new friend, when Elain approached you cautiously. “It snapped for you too, huh?” she whispered, and you turned to her. 

You couldn’t hide the shock on your face. “For me too? Elain, you knew about the bond?” She nodded shyly, wringing her hands in a show of her nerves. “The bond snapped the moment I saw you exiting the bakery that day. I wanted - needed, to know you, but I wanted you to be able to choose for yourself how you felt about me without the pressure of the bond.” 

Your eyes welled with tears, unable to comprehend how the cauldron could bless you with this kind, thoughtful, protective female as your mate. The two of you went back to your apartment, staying up the rest of the night talking, getting to know each other and discussing the bond. You both decided that it was best to take the time to get to know each other further before moving forward with the bond, and that was the start of your relationship with Elain.

~~~

Months had passed, and you were head over heels for each other. The two of you were inseparable, spending nearly every day together as you practically became a member of the family. You knew you were ready to accept the bond on your end, but much like how Elain wouldn’t pressure you to recognize the bond, you would not pressure her to accept it. 

Instead, you worked with Rhys to plan a romantic night away at the Moonstone Palace - you would cook for a change, light candles, and decorate with flower petals. The two of you hadn’t been physically intimate yet - your intention was simply to make Elain feel as special as she made you feel. 

When you arrived to the palace to decorate and start preparing for the evening, only to find candles, flower petals, and gauzy curtains draped everywhere. It was breathtaking, and before your mind could register what was happening, Elain floated around the corner looking like a goddess in a sheer blush dress that left little to the imagination.

She gave you her signature shy smile, but the coquettish gleam in her eyes made your stomach flutter. Looking around at the decorations, Elain explained, “Feyre helped me orchestrate all of this for us. We have the place to ourselves for the night.” You let out a soft laugh - of course Rhys and Feyre would have been scheming together. 

Walking over to Elain, you greeted her with a soft kiss, wrapping your arms around her waist as you took the moment to just hold her. You took in a deep breath, her scent of jasmine and honey like a soothing balm to your senses. Elain leaned back, taking your hands in hers as she toyed with your fingers. “I have a surprise, if you’ll follow me,” she whispered as she took your hand, leading you to a large sitting room. 

One wall was entirely open to the snow-covered mountains, the view only partially obstructed by the pink gauzy curtains draped throughout the room, twinkling fae lights illuminating the space to glow golden pink, and red tones. Pink and red flower petals scattered the floor with the exception of the center of the room, where a low-standing table was surrounded by lush patterned cushions. On the table was a bottle of sparkling wine, along with an assortment of chocolate covered strawberries and sweet cream. 

Elain looked at you, love filling her eyes as she fidgeted with her hands, bringing you back to the memory of that night when you first learned of your bond. Brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, you admired her beautiful brown eyes, whispering, “this is so beautiful. I wanted to surprise you with a special night, but of course you would think of something even more incredible. I love you, Elain.”

Elain’s eyes filled with unshed tears as she smiled at you, laughing softly as the two of you felt each other’s joy through the bond. “I love you, too,” she whispered, leaning in to kiss you with more fervor than ever before. She walked you backwards towards a pile of cushions, the two of you laying down on them as you continued to explore the feel of each other. You ran your hand up her waist, rubbing soft circles below her breast as she softly moaned. It was a magical sound, one that you felt as though you could live off of, never needing anything else as long as you existed.

You rolled on top of Elain, running your hand through her long hair as she gave you that coquettish grin that had your core pulsing with need. She batted her doe eyes at you, hands toying with the straps of her dress as she teased, “I don’t want to pressure you into anything, but I do have a new purchase under this dress that I’ve been longing to show you.” 

Your face flushed, barely able to form a coherent thought as you nodded, gasping out a “yes, please,” as you watched, entranced by Elain. She sat up slightly, slowly slipping off each strap of her dress before turning around and kneeling with her back to you, gesturing for you to undo the laces on the back of her dress. You obeyed, watching as the garment fell, exposing Elain’s stunning form. She stood, kicking the fabric of the dress to the side as she showed her new lingerie - a blush strappy teddy with iridescent floral patterns, chiffon ruffles above her behind that accentuated her figure flawlessly. 

You found yourself emotional once more at her beauty, this ethereal being who had graced you with not only her presence in your life, but her love. You reached up, hands eager to feel her, worship her, but she pulled them away. Elain smirked at you as she shook her head. “I would like first honors,” she spoke in a low, sultry voice as she tilted her head towards you, gesturing for you to lay back. 

You blindly obeyed, eyes glued to Elain as she strode over to you, kneeling between your legs as she softly traced her nails up your thighs. She took her time, memorizing each inch of your body as she lifted your top, kissing the exposed skin as she went. Elain moaned softly as she found that you weren’t wearing a bra, losing her patience as she lifted your shirt the rest of the way off. Giving a teasing lick to one nipple, she massaged the other breast, occasionally running a teasing finger across the increasingly sensitive bud. You were mewling, arching into her in a silent plea for more contact. Elain obliged, sucking and gently tugging on your nipple before switching her actions to your other breast.

You threaded your hands in her hair, rolling your hips against her as you moaned her name repeatedly. Elain laughed against your stomach as she slid down your body, stripping you of the rest of your clothing as she went. She paused at your hip bones, pinning them down with surprising strength as she sucked dark marks on each of them before moving to place a kiss just above your clit, the word “mine,” a whisper and a promise on her lips.

Elain held your legs open, one arm pinning them down as she pushed two fingers into your mouth. You sucked instinctively, swirling your tongue around them, Elain cooing, “good girl,” before latching onto your clit without warning. She sucked the bud hard, tongue swirling wildly as her fingers muffled your moans. Your eyes were rolling back, already nearing your climax when Elain withdrew her fingers, pumping them into you without warning. 

You let out a silent scream, back arching as you were overwhelmed with pleasure. Elain curled her fingers against your walls as she licked and sucked your clit, and you quickly went over the edge, chanting her name like a prayer as she worked you through your orgasm. 

You came down, vision coming back into focus to see Elain above you, licking her fingers as the fae lights cast her in an angelic glow. Your heart leapt with adoration as you pulled her down to kiss you. You pulled back with a smirk, murmuring, “my turn,” as you flipped Elain onto her back, straddling her hips as you took your time admiring her in all her beauty and her lingerie, eyeing the sweet cream on the table as you planned your next move.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for using my moms money to buy games?

The title sounds bad, but I'm not sure how else to word it. This is also going to be a weird one as, in advance, I know the other party isn't an asshole, however I think it's a similar situation im tone and I really need some feedback on this.

I'm 22 and live with my mom and cat. I've lived with her my whole life, and continue to due to disability. My mom has 2 jobs that she mainly works on weekends, and I'm unemployed. Ever since covid it's been incredibly difficult for me to find work because it is still very much a thing despite what people want to believe, and I can't be in contact with random people physically due to immune issues and the chance of getting sick. Online jobs are apparently very hard to find (my mom has tried) and many ask for a payment beforehand. I do however get social security income that pays most of our bills/utilities, and we're also on foodstamps for groceries.

My family has never been well off. I wouldn't call us dirt poor, we've never had to go hungry, and I always had toys to play with/clothes as a kid. But my mom has had to manage funds well and we've never had a lot of money for leisure or frivolous purchases. My mom will buy herself things like some new clothes, a phone charger, roku set, etc smaller things like that when she gets her paycheck but extra expenses such as furniture have to be planned out probably weeks/months ahead of time. We also moved recently and ever since then our budget has been more difficult, the down payment really screwed with my moms expenses.

Because of our situation, I never really had games growing up. I remember we had maybe 3 big family consoles during me and my sisters whole childhood (with like 3-6 games on them each, most of which were guitar hero which my mom and sister loved to play), and I would get a new handheld for myself every few years. I never got to play the new exciting games people were always talking about, and my gaming experience has really been limited to like. Animal crossing, the sims, and cooking mama.

I played a bunch of roms as a kid so that helped, but I was always kinda sad and felt left out that I never got to experience gaming the way other people did. I really wanted to try the "classics" people talked about but didn't have any way to. People (especially as I got into my 20s and started following streamers + nintendo direct for example) would always talk about the New Thing coming out and playing it the day it dropped, all the excitement and community people had around that, but if I really wanted that kind of game, I'd have to wait a few years before getting it and trying it out, and by then no one was playing it anymore anyways.

As time went on things got a little better. Especially because of my moms new jobs, both of which she genuinely loves doing, though it's still work, we have been a bit better off. It's only been recently we started struggling more again.

Recently I've been kind of asking for things from my mom. Mostly it's steam games. I found I've gotten much more into gaming as a hobby as I've gotten older, and I have a long wishlist of games that I really want to get into, but of course have no money to myself. I should also clarify that NONE of these are those big triple A $60 titles, as I still can't ever justify paying something so expensive for one game. So sometimes lately I've been asking my mom "hey, can I get this/these games?" And use her money/card to purchase them. I don't do it constantly, or even super often, but I feel like it's becoming more often and it makes me feel really guilty.

I have done this before, around high school I started asking my mom for certain things I wanted around the house, and usually she had no problem buying them for me. This also wasn't large stuff, nothing ever over $30 and usually only up to $20. But when I'd find something I *really* wanted, especially if it was a time limited thing like merch drops from a favorite content creator, often yarn for my knitting or art supplies I wanted to try, I would ask her.

I've pretty much always felt guilty about this. I would ask for something despite my better judgement, and for the most part my mom would say yes, and that it was okay, whereas I was the one apologizing and asking if it was "really alright". She has told me she has no issues buying things for me as long as I ask her. She says the social security I get is "technichally my money", and that she wants me to be able to use it. (Obviously we don't use the actual ssi to buy random shit, but her giving me spending money is the next best thing).

Every time I've asked my mom for something like this, I've told myself that it would be the last time, that I would get my own job and own money and not mooch on my mom anymore, but both with the stress of chronic illness and depression I never seem to get around to it. I try to do dishes and keep my room clean, take care of the cat etc as ways I can help without working, but for some reason the money really weighs on me. I know that it's really my fault, I haven't even been looking for jobs and I could always take art commissions again, but somehow a mental block always stops me.

I feel like I have a bit of an impulsivity problem when it comes to spending. The money I got from my one summer job and commissions would never last long, and honestly I couldn't even tell you what I spent it on for the weeks I had it. I have issues taking money from people, but when I realized that I may not have had the stuff I wanted as a kid simply because I never asked for/communicated that I wanted it, it made me more bold to actually ask my mom for things.

I never pester my mother about this. I'll ask once and if she says no I'll be dissapointed but won't continue. Sometimes she says that we don't have the money for it then, or that I'll have to wait until xyz thing is paid for, which is always fine. I also have *never* bought anything with her money without asking first. I get pretty much all the steam games I buy on sale (usually that's what prompts me to ask about them, actually) as personally I can't justify getting games for their asking price for the experience I'm going to get.

I feel bad as I feel like I'm wasting our money, mooching off my mom and not putting in the work to have spending money myself. I also worry that sometimes when she says it's fine, it's untrue and she's really just trying to make me feel better. I also sometimes don't play the games as soon as I get them, I have a sizeable backlog of games I have gotten but haven't "got around" to playing as I was excited to get them at a low price at the time, but then haven't felt like I'm in the right mood. This also makes me feel worse because I feel like I'm not being appreciative enough of her buying for me.

So am I the asshole?

What are these acronyms?

[plusp1won]

P1Harmony ~ Their Favorite Moments Together

~ P1Harmony Hyung Line x gn!reader

~ Genre: Fluff, and like a teeny weeny bit of angst in Jiungs

A/N - I’m not quite sure if i’m going to like this format too much, but we’ll figure it out. I also haven’t written in forevverrrr so i gotta get my mojo back.

~ Keeho :)

In the first few months you two had been dating, Keeho was always taking you to new places. He would always do research and pay close attention to activities you talked about enjoying; even if just a brief mention.

When he got a few days off from schedules, he remembered a mini golf place you two had passed a few weeks prior. He was determined to make the date a a surprise however, and asked Intak and Jiung for help. Jiung was responsible for helping Keeho plan, and Intak was instructed to keep you busy for atleast 2 hours so Keeho could reserve the place so it could be private.

Intak had texted you asking if you were busy for a couple hours in the afternoon, you agreed to hang out and told Keeho you’d be busy for a little while. As far as he knew, his plan was working out. Intak decided to take you to a nearby arcade, hoping it would keep you from finding out about Keehos “Super Secret” plan.

After about an hour and $60 wasted on the claw machines, Intak got a text that the place was reserved and he could bring you over. “Are you ready to head out, Y/N?” “Yeah let’s go, if i waste anymore money i might lose my temper” You both laughed an headed out. Intak headed towards the mini golf spot, leaving you confused. “Where are we going now?”

“Don’t worry about it, you’ll see.” He smiled, and you looked at him a little weird in return. He pulled into the parking lot, which in return looked empty and a little sketchy. “Intak what are we doing here?” You questioned. He had a mischievous smile and told you that it was a surprise.

Stepping out of the car you were met with Keeho standing behind one of the storage sheds holding to mini golf clubs with a very very proud smile. “I remembered you said this place looked cute a couple of weeks ago, i figured it would make a cute date.” He was very clearly shy, and that made your heart flutter.

“You’re too sweet Steph.” You leaned in to leave a kiss on his cheek. “Thanks for keeping them busy for a little bit Intak.” Keeho smiled, and handed you your club. “No problem dude. You two have fun.” Intak left with Jiung and you two had the place to yourself besides a few employees.

After finishing the course you two retreated back to his car. “How was your time at the arcade?” He questioned. You ears turned red and you got slightly embarrassed. “I spent all my cash trying to win a stuffed cat.” You sheepishly admitted. He turned his head towards you and laughed. “I take it you didn’t win it?” He asked.

“Didn’t even get close once.”

~ Theo <3

Theo never really considered himself one to faithfully enjoy baking, or cooking for that matter. But it seemed whenever you were bored, you had to look up a new recipe of some sort, and destroy the kitchen while making it.

Theo sat watching you intently from the couch, struggling to measure out the right amount of flour for a cake you had seen on the internet. Repeated the same process of measuring it, dumping it back into the bag it came from, and getting frustrated cause in your mind it looked like too much.

Theo rise from his spot on the couch and made his way over to you. “Would you like some help?” He chuckled at your clearly distressed state. The ingredients scattered all over the counter, and the textures of whatever you had been mixing all over you, made for a very stressed you. Theo took notice and pulled you into a hug, expecting you to either cry, or get extremely mad at the situation before you.

“I’ve never had this much trouble before.” You despaired claim was muffled by his hoodie, but he could tell it was really taking effect on you. “Sit at the counter, and i’ll take over. Let’s see the recipe.” His caring tone and smile never faltered. You handed him your phone and went to go sit down. He washed his hands and went to take his place where you previously stood. He got to work and soon enough he had finished what you thought was going to be a disaster.

Pulling the cake from the oven. Theo stood proudly in front of you, displaying the cake like it was the best thing he had accomplished. Your mouth was agape as Theo, your non chef Theo, made a cake that looked (almost) like it was made by a professional. “You’re ridiculous.” You smiled at him, and his creation. “I’m gonna make you do all the baking for me now.” You continued.

“Maybe you just need to grow a little more patience.” He returned.

~ Jiung :D

You knew from the moment you and Jiung had started dating, that he could become very dedicated to his work. He was a perfectionist in most aspects, and could tire out very quickly if he didn’t give himself a break.

You conversation over text had came to a sudden halt with Jiung, after an all day conversation about things you two hadn’t caught up on in a while, he stopped responding. You knew he had been at the company most of the day, and figured he just got a little caught up with something. A couple hours had passed and you still got no response from him. You called him a couple times since it was getting late, and you wondered if he was going to make it home for dinner.

You opted to just bring him some food that you had made, instead of staying up waiting. After packing up the food and making your way over there, you walked into his studio; and we’re met with a sleeping Jiung. Slouched over on top of his keyboard, and lightly snoring. You sat the food on his desk and lightly shook him awake. Once he adjusted to his surroundings and noticed it was you, his gaze softened. “Why are you here?” He asked. “I figured you fell asleep and I wanted you to get some food before i went to bed.” He pulled you in for a hug and sighed. “I love you lots.” He smiled into your torso.

“I get worried about you sometimes. You never rest.” Your hand went to his hair to run through it. “I never have the time. I wanna make sure things are perfect so I don’t have to come back and do them again.” He voice got quieter and you knew he was getting exhausted. “We’ll talk about it more later. Eat up so we can go home and you can rest. You can finish your work tomorrow, love.” Jiung didn’t fight back, he was too tired to protest; and deep down he knew you were right.

“You’re too good to me.” He smiled

[melanieph321]

Ruben Dias x Reader - Fake Love Part 5/8

Y/N in this chapter 😩

Reader is a kindergarten teacher. Nothing more nothing less. But following an accident whistle vacation in Dubai she somehow makes her boyfriend believe that she does somthing else for a living, something that earns her way more money than she has. Her boyfriend, Ruben, is just happy to have found someone who understands him so well, someone who doesn't want him for his money since money isn't an issue for neither reader or himself. Or so thinks. Would finding out the truth ruin their newfound relationship? Readers thinks so, and does everything to keep up the lie, although it has some bad people from the middle east looking for her.

Enjoy!

He couldn't wait. Neither of you could wait. However, it was Ruben who insited on flying you out to Manchester for the weekend to watch him play.

"I have nothing, what should I wear?" You asked Alicia, as she helped raid your closet.

"I would say go shopping. But..."

"I don't have any money."

"Of course you don't."

She mumbled something under her breath.

"Huh, what was that?"

"I said, I bet Mr Siddiq have some money to spare."

You rolled your eyes. "Let it go Alicia, it's been months."

"But don't you miss it?" She crawled across the fallen outfits on your bedroom floor. "Don't you miss the thrill of spending somone elses money? The thrill of getting anything you want with one phone call to some account in Dubai? Don't you miss it?"

"No."

You would suggest that she lay of the caffeine, however with Alicia you never know, it could be drugs.

"Alright,  if you've got nothing to wear I guess I can lend you some of my designer clothes."

"Really?"

She nodded. "Unlike you, I put Mr Siddiq's money to good use when we were in Portugal."

"Thank you Alicia, really."

"No worries, and I'll make sure to slip in the promiscious lingerie I got from Savage x Fenty."

You arrived in Manchester on Friday evening, barley making it home after a day's work. You had to rush to the airport not to miss your flight. Then Ruben had a car pick you up at the airport, since it would be too tight for him to pick you up himself after his training. Nevertheless, your heart was in your throat by the time the car pulled up to his apartment building. The doorman had you hand over your ID card so he could check the guest list. It was fancy, the way that Ruben lived.

"Y/N, you're here!"

The doorman let you take the elevator up to the right floor. You knocked on Ruben's door and was happily suprised to see him appear with wet hair and a towel wrapped around his lean waist.

"Suprise." You smiled, even though he was well aware that you were coming. You hugged, a long hug, with Ruben apologizing for soaking your shirt.

"It's fine, I'll just have a quick change."

"Sure. The bathroom is over there. I'll get started on dinner."

Ruben could cook, he could really cook. You spent three hours around his dinner table, chatting away about anything and everything. "So what's the plan for tomorrow?" You asked, helping him clear the dishes.

"After the game, the depending on the result, we could eat out,  have nice dinner somwhere."

"And if the game doesn't end well? What would happned then?" You were curious to know.

"Well, we're playing United, aren't we?"

"Yes, and?"

"Trust me." He smirked. "It will end well."

Next morning you woke up to an empty bed and a note on your bedside table.

"Off to the stadium. Made you breakfast. See you soon. –R ❤️"

Ruben was so sweet and apparently, a very deep sleeper. He had you in a strong hold of you all through the night, your body pressed to his, unable to move. And you loved every minute of it.

For breakfast he made you a delicious omelet with a proteinshake. The omelet was out of this world, however, the protein shake was a bit too heavy, so you put half of it away in the fridge for later. You got ready around one o'clock, dressing up in one of Alicia's cutest outfits. A black skirt with big pumps to go with, and a coat from Gucci along with a pair of leather gloves. You wore your hair in a tight bun, along with a pair of earmuffs for the cold. Ruben had a car ready to drive you to the stadium once you were done. It was breathtaking, seeing so many people line up for a football match. The experience would be a first for you but you were more than excited for it.

"Told you we would win."

Ruben was definitely not humble about his team leaving victorious against United.

"You were amazing Ruben, really."

"Thank you baby." He kissed you and you stiffened. It was the first time he had done so since your arrival, and he had done so whilst you were surrounded by all kinds of people.

"You okay?" He said, smiling at your reaction.

"I'm..." You smiled. "...fine. I'm all good actually."

"Good.  So where do you wanna eat?"

You shrugged. "I'll go wherever."

"Really?"

"Yeah, why?"

He looked to contemplate something.

"Well, my friend is having this thing at this club, a celebration because of the win."

"Right."

"I'm not sure there'll be any food, but maybe we could pick somthing up on the way?"

Meeting Ruben's friends hadn't been involved in your plans for the weekend. It wasn't like you and Ruben were together or anything. How had it come to this?

"Or we could just go somewhere else." He said, noticing your hesitation. "I know some nice restaurants nearby by if you...."

"It's fine Ruben." You assured. "I'd love to go clubbing with you and your friends. However, I think I'm a bit underdressed."

It wasn't that you were underdressed. You wore more layers than most of the girls that you ran into in th club. But, you were really not dressed for a night out.

"Oh my god, hi! You must be Y/N!"

"Um, hi."

At some point of the night, when Ruben got comfortable letting go of your hand, you ran into a girl at the bar.

"Hi, I'm Lauren. I saw when you came in with Ruben and thought I'd say hello."

"Um, hello?"

"I'm being creepy, sorry. I'm with Jack."

"Jack?" You frowned. You don't believe Ruben had introduced you to a Jack yet.

"Yeah, Jack Grealish....Ruben's teammate?"

You looked around, confused as to who the girl was reffering to."

"You've never heard of Jack Grealish?"

"Um, no. But I'm sure if you point him out I could...."

It doesn't matter. Can I have your socials?"

"My what?"

"Your social medias. Like Instagram, Tik Tok. Please don't tell me you're on Facebook?"

"I'm not. I just don't think..."

It doesn't matter,  I'll find you."

It was like watching a master at work. In under twenty seconds Lauren had picked up her phone and scrolled through hundreds of accounts. "Found it! @y/n.1995, right?"

"Right."

She worked fast. Faster than Ruben, who didn't have your @ for obvious reasons.

"Ugh, why is it so grey?" Was Lauren's reaction to your feed. "And who's that fat guy in like every picture?"

"Eh, that would be my dad."

"Oh."

Most of the content you put out on your social medias were of other people. You should've given Lauren Alicia's Instagram, there she might have found what she was looking for. Aesthetic traveling content that made real agencies look like amateurs. However, Lauren kept scrolling, looking displeased until the end.

"You and Ruben haven't posted each other yet. Are you guys like only having fun, or...?"

You had no idea what she possible meant by that, however, your answer was simple, perhaps too simple. "We've only been talking for a while, so..."

"I get it." Lauren nodded, finally putting away her phone and turning to order a drink at the bar. "Three bottles of Moët and a BIG bottle of Grey Goose."

"Three Moët, one 6L Goose, for table number three. Anything else?" The bartender rounded up Lauren's crazy bill. Hopefully she wasn't planning on consuming all of that alcohol by herself, you thought. No, prayed.

"No, that will be all, thanks."

"Sweet, that'll be 1 000 pounds."

"Fuck. I forgot my purse at the table. Y/N, you don't mind paying do you?"

"Excuse me?"

"The drinks are for our table. I'll just have Jack pay you back once he's sober enough."

"Um, what?" Was she crazy, you didn't have that kind of money.

"Unless you're not good for it. I could just get Ruben to..."

"No!" You panicked. "I mean....I'm good for it, paying for the alcohol."

"Great. I'll see you back at our the table."

You watched her skip away with the bottles and the last of your pride. The bartender made a gesture that you were holding up the line.

"I'm just gonna make a phone call." You said, shying away from the crowd. You looked up the number that Alicia made you save as "Suger Daddy #1"

"Yes, hello? Is this Mr Siddiq's accountant?"